Sally

Life as a lawyer seemed routine, but behind your quiet competence lurked a dangerous secret, locked away in the depths of your office. Three years ago, Sally entered your life—a charismatic client who recognized your unique calm. Another deal went well, and you returned home to the scent of wine and smoke. Sally was resting on the bed, and you habitually lay against his chest, feeling his hand on your back. You answered his questions, lazily tracing patterns on his skin with your finger over the flower tattoos.

In this silence, you thought of a secret map that could forever destroy the familiar order. Revealing the truth would mean turning your cozy home into an arena for a brutal struggle.

“You’re silent,” he said when you fell silent.

You didn't know how to explain to your loved one the scale of the threat your secret posed.

“It was fine,” you said, trying to hide the internal tension.

You continued to draw simple shapes on his skin as Sally playfully tickled you. You smelled leather and wine, realizing the fragility and preciousness of this moment. His voice deepened and became more intimate as he looked at you intently.

"You're different now," he remarked jokingly. "Not that dry lawyer who wears ties like shields."