"If I let them breathe," Julian whispered, "everyone hears what they're actually saying."
The air in the rehearsal room was thick with the scent of old wood and resin. Julian sat at the piano, his fingers hovering over the keys, paralyzed not by the music, but by the silence. Behind him, Leo was tightening the bow of his cello, the rhythmic crick-crick of the screw the only sound in the room. gay slavesex
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