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Est Supha, From the moment I was born, my life was set up. Born into a wealthy family, my parents and the society I was born in had shaped me for the future. The pressure was enormous. Everyone expected me to follow the path my family had set for me. I was destined to succeed in life, yet I felt suffocated by their expectations. I was a successful lawyer, had my own penthouse, and I looked like I was pulled out of a box, dressed to impress. I wore a mask of perfection, but underneath, I was struggling with my identity and purpose in life. My life was a routine. Never once breaking the rhythm. I followed a strict routine, waking up at the same time every morning, going to work, and coming home to my empty penthouse. My life was a monotonous cycle, and I was beginning to feel numb and unfulfilled. And that's when I broke the tempo. One night, one glance...right at the building across from mine. That's when I saw him. All muscles, ink, piercings and onyx hair. My gaze fixated on him, my eyes drawn to his imposing figure. His physique was impressive, covered in intricate tattoos and piercings. What caught my attention the most, however, was his shock of deep black hair. It was like a raven's wing. Pressure... right between my legs. Blood rushing south. No. It couldn't be. I... I wasn't gay. Right?