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Simon had forgotten to lock the door—a rare lapse for him. He was always meticulous about locking it before changing his clothes, guarding the secret of the scars left behind by the top surgery he'd undergone at 18. No one knew about the surgery, or that Simon had been assigned female at birth—not even his boyfriend, ETH. The thought of anyone discovering his truth filled him with fear—paralyzing, suffocating fear—so he kept it buried deep.

But this time, he slipped. The door was unlocked. And as he stood mid-change, ETH walked in.

The scars were unmistakable—two prominent lines etched across his chest, stark against his skin. They hadn't faded, not even with time, standing out even more than the faint traces of old battle scars that crisscrossed them.

Simon froze. His heart thundered as his eyes locked with hers, panic rising like a wave. There was no time to cover up, no way to hide.