The private collapse happened at 3:17 a.m.
I was alone in the observation lounge when it hit — a sudden, violent shudder that started in my chest and spread through every limb. The fracture I had been trying to ignore for days finally split wide open.
I watched him on the monitor.
Justin lay motionless on the bed, eyes closed, body glistening with sweat. His c**k was still painfully erect, leaking slowly, rhythmically, as if even in sleep his body remembered who it belonged to. The dependency was now absolute. He could no longer feed himself. He could barely speak above a whisper. Every breath was a gift I allowed.
And I was the one breaking.
I walked into his room on unsteady legs.
The moment the door sealed, the last of my composure shattered.
I climbed onto the bed and straddled
