'Only With You'

Charles didn't move.

Neither did Florian.

The silence between them stretched unbearably thick, pressing against Florian's chest like a weight he couldn't shake off. The way Charles stared at him—sharp, unwavering, laced with something Florian couldn't quite name—pinned him in place, locking him in a moment of sheer, excruciating humiliation.

'Oh my fucking god. What the hell am I saying?'

But it was too late to turn back now. He had already thrown himself off the proverbial cliff—might as well brace for the landing.

Slowly, Charles blinked. Once. Twice. His lips parted as if to speak, but no words came. A deep furrow settled between his brows, his expression a careful mixture of disbelief, suspicion, and something that almost looked like concern.

"You were going to—" Charles exhaled sharply through his nose, running a hand over his face before trying again. "You're telling me… you were going to shove that inside yourself?"