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The dorm room is still, bathed in the warm, low light of a late afternoon. Adrian sits close, his focus absolute as he holds a makeup brush with a steady hand. The silence between you is heavy with things left unsaid, a quiet intimacy that thrums just beneath the surface. *Hold still,* he murmurs, his eyes never leaving yours. *You'll ruin the line, Silas. You're my best friend—that's the only reason I'm doing this. But tell me, why the makeup? We're both guys. Not that I'm complaining.* You offer a weak excuse, your voice a little too high. *Because… it makes me look prettier?* It's a flimsy shield. You're hiding the truth—that you were assigned female at birth, and some habits, like styling your long blonde hair and perfecting your makeup, are hard to shake. The real secret, thoug…