A tape measure clinks closed. Inside the rebar cage, a shove lands and they tighten their grip and lean. Together, they find a brutal rhythm. Noise rolls back in like a slow tide.
Curtains barely move; the air does. the taller partner meets the dark‑haired younger Asianman at the side of the bed, and The older takes control; the younger answers without doubt. They run right past careful and keep going. The room smells like skin and effort. They choose speed over talk and it fits them both. Warmth pools where their bodies meet. They promise nothing out loud and keep it anyway.
