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Chapter 9

- Mature content -

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The evening was already well underway. And the black cloak of the night covered the sky, deepened by the darkness of the rainy clouds which played on the morale of the poor unfortunate souls who did not have time to take shelter in time. The sound of the rain falling on the city echoed in the apartment of a gloomy young actor and broke the tranquility of the place.Curled up on his couch, Mark slowly turned the pages of the script wearily. The pages he was leafing through described one of the most daring scenes in the script. Passage in which succeeded passion, lust and feelings. Uncomfortable moments that required great expertise, restraint and professionalism mixed with respect for his stage partner.

Mark's eyes would travel the lines of dialogue, not without a certain apprehension. He hadn't interfere with Gun for several days. Their eyes had barely met the day Mark had made the trip to the set to meet with the producer of the series and apologize for his last absence during filming. The schedule having been turned upside down for everyone, that day, Mark had seen his stage partner. They had exchanged blank looks. Mark's heart had missed a leap at the sight of his partner. But the moment ended abruptly when Gun put an end to their visual exchange by fleeing his glance and turned his back to him without a word, nor a gesture. Mark remained frozen in place before sighing. His presence on the set was not necessary on this day, Mark had then simply returned home.

Four days had passed and no sign of life. Even on his phone. Gun had stopped filling his voicemail with messages of apology. The young actor had been baffled by the attempts of his elder. He thought Gun wouldn't want to speak to him again after the words they had exchanged at the production night. Part of him longed to answer his calls. However, he did not do so, still feeling hurt by his partner's words. Or maybe he lacked courage at the time ? Fear paralyzed him when he saw his elder. Everything about Gun put him off guard and he no longer knew how to deal with the other young man. So Mark simply tried to distance himself from his partner, without knowing whether the result would be good for them or not. Who could he confide in? The temptation to share his torments with Perth had crossed his mind but he quickly rejected this idea. Admitting feelings for his stage partner was tricky. It always presaged complications for the duo afterwards. And Mark did not want to justify himself or fight with anyone to proclaim the honesty and fairness of his feelings.

For the time being, there was more concern. Mark tried to visualize the scene he was to play in a few days and wondered what Kengkla would do in this situation. This boy who was so fierce and had so little morale to achieve his goals. Others would call it determination. For Mark it was a whim and pure obstinacy. Characters like Kengkla radiated something strong. He always had this gift to impose himself on Mark's mind and guide him on how to interpret his role and choose the appropriate tone when he wanted to weaken the defenses of the boy with whom he had been in love for three years. Mark couldn't help but admire his character's strength, patience and persistence. At no time did he give up. He had no doubts about himself or his intentions. And even less of his feelings. It was admirable. He himself was not capable of such a thing. Doubts assailed him, mixed with the apprehension of placing his hands on his partner when this one was so tense in his presence. How to interpret passion without having the opportunity to touch the loved one? If Kengkla wouldn't have felt any shame or guilt about forcing things with his boyfriend, Mark definitely didn't think he could. It would break the last remnants of trust that resisted between them.

As he was deep in thought, the doorbell rang in the room, making him jump. A look at his watch told him it was late. What animated his suspicion on the intentions of the improbable visitor who came to visit him.