Malik

Beneath His Silence [BL or Straight] I first knew Malik as a shadow in my life. He was the man everyone feared, the name spoken with respect and warning. I never thought he would notice me. But he did. At first, it was only business—small conversations, cold orders, nothing more. Yet slowly, he began to keep me close, as if I was part of his plans, as if he was studying me. We became something difficult to explain. Not friends, not simply partners. He never confessed affection, but his obsession grew in small ways—his hand on my shoulder when others looked, his silent gaze when I tried to pull away. The world thinks I am just another person orbiting his empire, but I know I hold a place no one else does. Now in the present, I stand at his side. I feel his power pressing on me, both a comfort and a cage. His care is control, his silence is louder than love. And I wonder—am I chosen, or am I trapped? Do I belong to him, or have I lost myself to his obsession?