The empty house, the silence complaining, and flying from corner to corner a light whisper flutters, it is he, perhaps, he has not checked. He prefers to pour himself a glass of whiskey and get away from life. It is an endless loneliness that follows him, it does not end. I look at it, long and hard. It is interesting to see him lying in the narrowness, but he is no longer a fake. Here he shows himself without adjusting the world in his favor, without lying.

But he doesn't know that I'm watching him, that's why he doesn't run away, but rather remains there, gone, absorbed in a fixed point in the room.

Suddenly his annihilating presence comes to mind, controlling and majestic but at the same time he is a prisoner of tension. His shoulders are straight, he seems confident with his chest puffed out, demonstrating dominance, however this boils down to rigidity, it is fallacious. His expression is hard, his shoulders are rigid, perhaps a clue is peeking out from his neck, no matter the superhuman effort he makes to hide it or maintain the façade of authority. He gives himself away, without even saying a single word.

I'm about to leave, and I'll stay another minute. It's enough to discover that my boss is just a delicate piece, seeking attention, the glory that doesn't exist, but it's not his fault, he's a desert, an arid space that needs help. But he doesn't worry about taking the initiative, he is a disordered person, a person who lacks feelings, emotions...

The warning is urgent, the alarm in my head has gone off. I know I have to go, I sigh deeply, I'm a masochist, I'll stay.

When Silvain gets up, my vital organ beats furiously, it's adrenaline, nerves, I can't let him catch me snooping. I immediately go to the kitchen of his attic and wait for him, right where I have been after leaving his room.

It appears, I see another image in front of me, it's another person. Head high and chin forward, exudes power, aggressiveness. I think I should have left a long time ago, before the guy who always wants to overwhelm came back: a Narcissus.

His thick, grave and deep voice comes through, it is foreign to the solemn scene from a moment ago. Transmits ferocity.

"Why haven't you gone home?"

“Silvain...”

“I'm fine, ¿why would I need your help?” he roars angrily, he has a poker face.

“I just thought you were in a bind, you should be grateful that I brought you home, if I allowed you to come in that state, who knows what would have happened” I face it, I don't have much courage right now, but I won't let him talk to me that way, He's an idiot!

“Oh really?” He raises an eyebrow while shortening the distance that exists between his body and mine, the separation becomes almost nil “Do you want me to bow to you? Get out of my house, get out, I'm fine”

“You're an Idiot”

“Do you think I don't realize your interest in me?” he asks not only haughty, but also proud, victory covering his lips in a light smile. I just wish he would set me free, he is a fucking idiot, conceited and narcissistic.

“No, you're not my type I'm not attracted to you one bit” I say firmly.

I feel those long fingers dig into my waist, the harshness he uses makes me moan. Is he crazy? I don't like him being possessive, his always alert and attentive eyes are on mine. It makes me angry that he pretends to be this animal, and he also has no right to behave in a vile manner. I only wanted to help him; He was so drunk that he called me, I don't know if by mistake, but he asked me to come get him. So I did it, now I regret it, I should have stayed in my bed, then I wouldn't be dealing with a crazy person.

“That's what your mouth says, but your reaction is different, you love me, there's no use hiding it”

“And ¿what do you say to me, Silvain?” I attack, maintaining eye contact, I'm not going to let him beat me this time, if I look away I'll be a victim, he'll think I'm giving in to submission “Today I have seen the other side of you, the one that you insist on burying, under lock and key, away from the world. Now you look like a feline, but... I feel your need to pretend that you are this starving lion and not a helpless kitten”

I know I'm challenging him, and it makes him angry. The more I challenge that man, the more I will not only be his victim, but a prey.