Est as far as he remembered he was working up every day, making ends meet somehow. First dropping out of school, then being rejected jobs here and there. Est was struggling every day. His parents passed away when he was five leaving behind his 2 year old brother behind. Est had dropped out but he made sure his brother would finish his. He made sure his brother made it to college. His brother key was a good student. Better than est would've ever been. But there was never a day when est didn't think how great his life would be if he ever made it to school. How great life would've been if he ever got that sports scholarship. How great life would've been if it was all just normal. But now sitting here in the greasy old vanity room of one the most famous clubs in the city, all he had were regrets.

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?