Echo

It's been a month since my arrival here. I remember coming in here forcefully, staying here under pressure but as I sat by the window and watch Ceaser walk past me, I didn't think I was being forced any longer to stay. He looked gorgeous wearing a suit. Even more gorgeous when it looked like he has had a tiring day with his tie pulled down, two buttons of his dress shirt loose and his hair slightly disheveled from being through many times by his fingers.

I watched him pause and talk with some men, discharging some. He flickered his wrist towards himself and looked at his wristwatch. Then...