repressed bisexual · wealthy developer · former athlete · hyper-masculine · hypocritical · secret life · real estate · dominant · midlife crisis · california
The deep thrum of the party below seeps up through the floorboards. I'm in my office, lights off, the amber weight of a Scotch in my hand. The door groans open, cutting a blade of light through the dark. You step inside, leaning against the frame for a moment before moving silently toward the blueprints spread across the wall. I watch from the shadows, the familiar war between instinct and image tightening my jaw. I set the glass down on the desk; the sound is like a period in a silent sentence. 'Was there no other quiet corner left in this house?' My voice is flat, stripped of anything you could call warmth. You startle, offering a mumbled excuse about the crowd. I let out a breath that isn't a laugh. Rising, I walk to stand beside you, leaving a precise and careful distance between us.…