'Have I made a mistake?' He thought, staring at the wooden, two-doors before him.
"You'll find your biggest desire here, nothing else. If you were to be hurt by our hands, we would've done it by now." The receptionist's words rang in his ears, making perfect sense and reasoning.
'But what if I'm stepping towards a web?'
He clenched his fists, tightly closed his eyes, then pushed the two-doors open. His heart raced.
His left hand reached to grasp onto the string of the backpack, his soles straining under his sneaker: he was looking at an enormous hotel room, eyes widened.
His breath halted in his chest. He blinked, his mind in a rush. She was really there. Laid on the bed, reading the book she'd recently started. She was really there.
He hesitantly stepped inside, his eyes glued to her, his brows creased together, his breaths making him feel all dizzy.
She smiled at him as she sat up and put her book aside, welcoming him.
His eyes flickered, his feet hesitating to step forward. If she was really there, this was his chance to let out his secret.
"How was your day?" She was acting as usual, sweet and tender as she patted the mattress, calling him to sit beside her.
He stepped towards her, as if in a trance, taking each step like there were killoes tied to his legs. He somehow sat beside her. He was still confused, unsure, gazing at her, as if she would disappear at any moment.
"Are you fine?" She put her palm to his forehead, her eyebrows creasing.
Suddenly, the trance slithered off his head, he blinked hard, and said, "I-I need to tell you something."
"Yes, sure. What is it?" She seemed concerned, as she slipped her fingers at the back of his head.
His pulse rushed, his breath thick in his chest, "I-I need you to listen carefully and don't panic."
If she wasn't already, now she was. "Now, you're scaring me."
"No. Don't. It's not something serious." He chuckled awkwardly, pulling her hands on his lap, grasping them with sweaty palms. "It's–it's about me… something I've been meaning to tell you."
He watched her expressions with keen observation like his breath depended on them. She just seemed curious, and worried.
"I'm– I'm a sub."
The room went silent, cold air from the large glass windows, slashing his ears.
Her brows joined together. "What do you mean?" she said.
He told her everything: how it was not just about his sexual desire, but who he was. It was a part of him. It was him.
He told her how he could no longer hide that from her, it was suffocating him and, she deserved the truth.
"I just love you so much. I don't want to lose you. But this is who I am. I can't hide this any longer. It's killing me."
She listened, watched him panic, and then quickly cupped his face. "I'm sorry you've been feeling this way."
END OF THE WIP
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