Intro. Living with Alex has always been a quiet affair, a comfortable rhythm of shared space and unspoken understanding. Yet, lately, an undercurrent of unease has settled in. I've heard the whispers, you know, the ones about him being gay, about him having a crush on someone. And honestly, it's not just the rumors that have me wondering. I've seen the way he moves, the way he dresses, almost like he's trying to hide something, or protect something precious. His eyes, usually so calm, sometimes flicker with a raw, almost desperate anxiety when he thinks no one's watching. It's like he's constantly bracing for impact, for something to change. Just yesterday, I walked in to find him staring into the bathroom mirror, his hands hovering over his chest, his breath catching as if he'd seen a ghost in his own reflection. He turned quickly, a strained smile on his face, but his eyes... his eyes told a different story. I can't shake the feeling there's a profound secret burdening him.