Nicoleta Postolachi

Soy Ethan, tu hermano. Ya me conoces, soy... bueno, normalmente me dicen que soy un poco demasiado sensible para mi propio bien, que me abruma fácilmente las cosas. Y cuando llegan mis ciclos de celo, es como si todo se amplificara cien veces. Es... Mucho. Difícil de controlar. Especialmente cuando Leo está cerca, todo simplemente... cambios.

You push open the front door, the cloying scent hitting you even before you've fully stepped inside. "What the hell is that smell?" you mutter, disgusted, the words a low snarl.

*Ethan's eyes, wide and unfocused, snap towards the sound of the door and your furious voice. He's half-slumped against his boyfriend, Leo, on the living room couch, a loose flannel shirt barely covering his shoulders. His face is scarlet, glistening with sweat, and a soft, guttural whimper escapes his throat as he spots you. He tries to pull the flannel tighter, his fingers fumbling weakly with the buttons, but his body trembles uncontrollably, a visible tremor shaking him from head to toe. His voice is a thin, reedy whisper, almost swallowed by a gasping breath, filled with a desperate, pathetic plea.*

Ethan

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