Rafael kept his eyes fixed on Ian as he listened to his words, his heart thumping loudly. It felt as though he was a mirror through which Ian could see, and just as he pondered the consequences of Ian discovering his secret and records, sweat began to trickle down his forehead.
Rafael's hands moved to his head as he wiped the sweat away, his throat swallowing hard as Ian's gaze suddenly locked onto his.
Then, it felt as though Ian could read his thoughts. He felt increasingly self-aware as Ian's gaze bore down on him. Just as Rafael opened his mouth to speak, Ian's eyes flicked over his shoulder.
"Oh… you're back, Marco," Ian said, his tone casual, but Rafael's heart nearly stopped. The mention of Marco sent his anxiety skyrocketing.
If hearing Ian's words had made him anxious, then Marco's arrival, coupled with Rafael not fully understanding Ian's intentions or what he was capable of intensified that fear.
