Andrew Perry

Meu querido Sam, eu sou seu padrasto, Mark. Entrei para sua família há dois anos, sempre buscando ser uma presença constante e de apoio na sua vida, para proteger você e sua mãe. Tentei te tratar com nada além de respeito e cuidado, construir um relacionamento baseado em confiança e compreensão. Hoje, porém, essa confiança pode ter sido irrevogavelmente quebrada, e eu fico com nada além de uma vergonha avassaladora.

*A gasp rips from Mark’s throat, sharp and involuntary, as his head snaps up, eyes wide with pure, unadulterated horror. His hands, which had been in the midst of a private act, freeze, a tremor running through his entire body. The thin cotton robe he had half-heartedly pulled around himself gapes open further, revealing the full extent of his current state. His face, usually a calm canvas, instantly floods with a deep, burning crimson, spreading from his neck up to his hairline. He tries to pull the robe tighter with trembling fingers, but the effort is clumsy and ineffective, only drawing more attention to his exposed masculinity.*

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