JUST BETWEEN “US”

JUST BETWEEN "U S”

“Behind the door, a secret, a delicious trap. Shared desires, and it all begins.”

Written by: Geznah.S | The Silence Reader

Chapter 1: At the Beginning I could never explain what happened that day.

It wasn't planned. It wasn't thought through. It wasn't wanted.

But it happened.

I met him one evening and

,

in a place where I had nothing to do.

then Him too, by the way.

It was as if something—chance, fate, or maybe just a fever you don't want—had not name—had pushed us towards each other.

We didn't talk at first.

We recognized each other before we even knew each other.

You know, that kind of look that lasts a second too long, the one that whispers, “You too, burn in silence.”

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He had this quiet strength.

But I saw behind his tense shoulders, a man hiding. And me? I've always been a mystery, even to myself.

We were two broken mirrors, but when our pieces touched, something new took shape.

The first few days were chaotic. Too much pride, too much fear. But we always came back to each other.

As if drawn by an inner warmth that we did not yet understand.

And then one evening he said to me:

“What if we gave ourselves a space where nothing else exists? Just you, me… and the secret.”

What secret?

It's a room. A closed room.

Behind this door, everything changes. Our names, our roles, our rules.

We are no longer “him” and “the girl”.

We become what no one will ever know.

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Chapter 2: The Invisible Ruler Geznah.S | The Silence Reader He still didn't say anything. He sat down first, always in the same place. He gave me time.

That time, between the closing of the door and the first gesture, was sacred. It was not to be broken. Never.

That evening, I slowly took off my shoes. I walked barefoot on the cold floor. I felt his eyes on me. He watched me as if he were trying to guess the game I was going to invent.

Because That was our silent pact: it was up to me to open the ball. And he to follow, to obey, or to bend the rules.

I took a black scarf out of my bag. It was the only clue to tonight's game. His eyes lit up, almost imperceptibly. He knew. He understood. He loved. But he didn't move.

I went to him. I bent down. I gently tied the scarf around his wrist. left. And there, only there, he closed his eyes.

_The game could begin.

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Chapter 3: The Silence That Speaks Geznah.S | The Silence Reader His eyes were closed, his wrist was tied, but his breath... his breath spoke for him.

I stood there, motionless, a few inches away from him. This silence was a language we had learned to decipher. It wasn't empty. It was loaded. With expectation, tension, unspoken promises. Geznah.S | The Silence Reader

I hadn't said anything yet. He hadn't touched me. But we were already somewhere else.

I went to get the box. The one we only took out when the games got serious. It was at the top of the wardrobe, hidden behind the folded sheets. No one knew its name. existence. Even I sometimes forgot what was in it. He added things. So did I. Secretly. Like a treasure chest built by two people, but neither of them mastered it. totally.

I came back, box in hand. I put it on the table without a word. He opened his eyes. I saw him swallow slowly.

He knew that tonight was not a game like any other.

I looked at it. Geznah.S | The Silence Reader

And I said, for the first time: — Tonight, you choose.

He looked at me. A long look. And he smiled. A slow, deep, almost dangerous smile. The one

who said: You don't know what you just opened.

Chapter 4: The Quiet Fire Geznah.S | The Silence Reader He thought he was the one who would choose. He didn't know that I had already planned everything. Not the Details, no. But the intention. The silent hurricane that lived inside me that evening.

He looked at me, intrigued. He opened the box. Slowly. As if he were opening something forbidden. Geznah.S | The Silence Reader

But what he didn't know was that I had slipped a note, between the objects. Just a piece of paper. A only word written on it: Obey.

He read it. He looked at me. And I saw in his eyes something break—or break free. It was blurry, but burning.

I approached him. Slowly. Too slowly for him. My fingers brushed his cheek, then went down to his mouth. He kissed them. But gently.

Too gently.

I whispered to him: — Did you think this would be a game? Tonight is a storm. Geznah.S | The Silence Reader

He wanted to speak, to say something—perhaps to set a boundary. But I silenced him with a gesture. It wasn't him who decided anymore. It wasn't me either. It was us, what we were. became in this room.

I looked him straight in the eyes. And I said to him: —Tonight, you're going to beg me.

He didn't know he was going to cry. He didn't know he was going to scream wordlessly. He didn't know he was going to lose himself.

And neither do I.

But I drove him crazy. And I went crazy with him.

But I drove him crazy. And I went crazy with him.

Chapter 5: Silence after the Storm Geznah.S | The Silence Reader When it was all over, there was not a word left.

Silence was no longer a rule, it was a need. The body exhausted, the breathless, the hearts still beating to the rhythm of the fire that had just been lit.

I got dressed slowly, in silence. So did he. He looked at me, his eyes still dark, full of that sweet madness we had just shared. But he said nothing. We don't need to words, never after that.

He opened the door.

Everything goes back to normal.

The parquet floor beneath our feet. The white walls. The light from the kitchen. We become two beings again. simple, calm, almost wise. We speak softly. We make tea. We discuss tomorrow's meeting, an email to send. Geznah.S | The Silence Reader Outside, you would think you saw two perfectly ordinary people, almost cold, too good. raised to make waves.

But nobody knows.

Nobody knows we're crazy.

No one knows what we create, what we experience. Behind this door, we become two others.

Twin souls, beasts, artists of desire.

And that's why we can't replace each other. Geznah.S | The Silence Reader The next day, it will be his turn.

And sometimes it starts without warning. A word in a message.

A look down the street.

An eerie silence at dinner.

But when you step through the door—the one no one sees—everything gets serious.

There, that's our world. Our scene.

Our madness.

Just between us.

Chapter 6: Dinner.

Geznah.S | The Silence Reader The next day, there was nothing. No message. No note. No look. Just normal life. Working. Tidying up. Living.

That's also our balance. We don't burn every day. We're not just that. We are two normal people... in the eyes of the world.

But that night, he had decided. Without warning. Without sign.

He simply told me: "Tonight we're having dinner. Here, wear this."

He handed me a small black box. Discreet.

Elegant. Inside, a small object, thin, smooth, intimate… connected.

I blushed.

He smiled.

I obeyed.

ÿ Geznah.S | The Silence Reader

The restaurant was refined. Quiet. The kind of place where every movement is noticed.

We were surrounded by well-dressed couples, polite glances, and hushed conversations.

But I had a secret inside me.

And he was in control.

He didn't say anything. Not a gesture.

Until the main course.

And there… it began.

A first vibration. Slow. Light.

Like a shiver that starts in the pit of your stomach.

I looked at him. He was calmly cutting his fish. As if nothing was wrong. But his eyes shone.

I stiffened. My heart raced. My legs tensed.

The vibration has changed. Deeper. More precise. Geznah.S | The Silence Reader He knew exactly what he was doing.

If you crack, you lose.

This is the evening rule.

I was on fire, and I couldn't let it show.

He was talking about politics. Wine. Normal topics. And I was melting. I clenched my thighs. I bit my lip. I tried to breathe normally.

Around us, no one knew. No one could guess. Geznah.S | The Silence Reader But I… I was delirious.

I wanted to jump on him.

To silence him.

To take him now, into our room.

And he played. He guided. He gently humiliated me.

He adored me.

He made me lose my mind, under that white tablecloth, in that bourgeois room. And I resisted. Again.

Because that was the game.

And in his eyes, I could already see what was coming next.

What was going to happen as soon as we walked through the door.

What I would pay for every second of control I had tonight.

And I wanted to. Terribly.

Chapter 7: The Return Geznah.S | The Silence Reader He hadn't said anything. He had just extended his hand to me, like a silent signal that the game would continue.

I followed him. My breath was still unsteady. Dinner had left me on fire, burning, but upright, proud of myself for having held on. And yet, I was this close to bursting. Geznah.S | The Silence Reader

Silence had fallen in the car, but it wasn't an empty silence. It was a charged silence. Like a storm waiting for its moment to burst. He had this hand on the gearshift, the other on the steering wheel, and I was sitting there, trembling inside. He wasn't looking at me. not even. And that was even worse. He knew. He knew I was on the edge.

We arrive. He opens the door. I close it. Without a word. I slowly take off my shoes.

And then he finally looks at me. A dark look. A look that says: You know what you did, right?

You know that you provoked me?

I smile. I put down my bag. The room is quiet, but the air is already heavy. Too heavy. The silence comes back. The first rule. Always. But tonight, I want to break it. Just a little. Just to see. Geznah.S | The Silence Reader

I whisper: — You know you almost lost, right?

He doesn't answer. He steps forward. Slowly. And suddenly, he pushes me against the wall.

Not roughly.

But firmly. Enough to remind me that tonight, he's the one who decides.

And there, I know.

The game starts again.

But tonight, he changed the rules.

Chapter 8: The Forbidden Geznah.S | The Silence Reader He finally lets go of me, but I can still feel the pressure of his hands against my skin. warmth that he left, like a sweet burn that keeps me in a strange state between excitement and uncertainty. He takes a step back, but his gaze doesn't leave me. I don't have need words to know that it's not over.

He gestures toward the couch. Silently, I walk toward it, as if drawn by some force.

Invisible. But I'm not allowed to give in, not yet. The game has changed, but the rules remain the same... or maybe not.

— Do you really want to play? he asks me, with a smile that hides nothing but fun.

I sit cross-legged, trying to maintain control, but deep inside, a voice screams at me to give up. But I can't. Not yet. Not now. I answer him, calmly, almost coldly: Geznah.S | The Silence Reader — You're the one who changed the rule, you know.

He smiles. That smile. It makes me tremble.

— Yes. And you're the one who's going to pay. Because from now on, nothing will be the same again.

He's getting closer. Not right away, but close enough for me to feel his scent invade my senses.

A sweet threat. He stops right next to me, at a distance that drives me crazy with

desire, but I don't Don't move. Not yet. He's testing me.

And suddenly, he breaks everything. With a quick movement, he bends down, grabs my wrist, and forces me to stand up. I don't have time to react. With another gesture, he pushes me towards the door, the door that we have always crossed to find ourselves in this other world, the one where we are at the same time madmen and masters of our own madness.

— Let's go out, he whispers.

Geznah.S | The Silence Reader And then I get it. It's not just the room. It's not just the couch. That's it. That's all he wants. He wants to shake me up, take me somewhere I don't know, somewhere where everything can still change. No rules, no boundaries. Just us, and what we want.

Really.

I let myself go, and I know that this time, everything is going to change. Tonight, it won't be like usual.

Because the rules have been thrown out the window. Because he wants to see me break, break up with me.

And when the door closes behind us, I understand. That's when the real game begins.

Chapter 9 – The Fire Geznah.S | The Silence Reader It's like a fire. A fire that burns all around us, consuming the air, our breaths, every gesture, every shiver.

We don't need words to know where we're going, or even Why. It's obvious, it's necessary, it's almost visceral.

He looks at me, and in his eyes, I see flames. Flames that I recognize well, because I feel the same heat inside me. Everything that happens between us is fire. That's all.

What unites us is everything we have become. And that is dangerous. But the closer the danger, the more the desire rises, the more it seizes me without me being able to free myself from it.

He moves forward, but this time he no longer needs gestures, words, or even movements. abrupt. He wants me, I know it, I feel it, like a palpable tension between our bodies. But he's in no hurry, he takes his time, all the while knowing that I'm burning inside.

Geznah.S | The Silence Reader And when he touches me, when he finally brushes my skin, it's like the world collapses around us.

Everything becomes blurry. Everything becomes unreal. Because in that moment, everything I

want, it's him. Nothing else matters anymore. What I feel is so strong that I could almost lose my mind.

But he holds me, he keeps me in the game. This game that we play together. A game where every rule can change every second.

Because we're free. We're so free that we forget where we are. We can be here, in this room, or anywhere, at any time. It doesn't matter.

This is not what defines our game. What defines us is the secrecy, the complicity between us. two. This invisible bond that no one else can see, but that we feel with a all-consuming intensity.

He whispers to me, just loud enough to make my ears prick, but barely louder than the air between us: Geznah.S | The Silence Reader — It doesn't matter where we are. It doesn't matter what we do. What matters is that it stays between We.

And then I understand. The game isn't just in the room. The game is in us. It's in every moment when we cross paths, when we brush against each other, when we challenge and repel each other. It is in everything we made together, but above all, it is in what no one knows. This secret between us.

This fire that binds us, without rules, without limits. Because in the end, there is only us. And nothing else.

I let myself get carried away, I let myself go in this endless game. Because deep down, I know. It doesn't matter where it takes us. It doesn't matter where we're going. The only place that matters is where we're together. Geznah.S | The Silence Reader

Chapter 10 – The Invisible Rules Geznah.S | The Silence Reader I couldn't say when it all really started. Maybe it always has been, us.

This kind of connection that we don't define, that we don't fully understand. We enter, we exit, we play, we burn, and we come back. It's an endless circle. A game that doesn't really have rules.

Or else… rules that change, all the time.

Sometimes I believe there are. I want to believe it. Limits, things we don't cross. But

It only takes a look, a breath, a word, for everything to explode and for us to become these two souls without barriers again. As if it were our nature. As if, between us, there could never be to have normality.

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The room is no longer the only place. We've broken that boundary too. Now it's everywhere.

Anywhere, as long as it's us. A silent secret, carried with us, dragged to the most innocuous places. A vacation, a night out, a campsite... It can appear at any time. But no one knows. No one can understand.

Because what we experience cannot be spoken. It must be felt. It imposes itself. It passes through us like a truth that can neither be denied nor explained. And even if we sometimes move away, even if we try to resume a normal life, this connection is there. Always there. Invisible, but burning.

What I know now is that this is not a game that can be completed. It is not a a chapter that we can truly close. It continues, again and again, to the rhythm of our silences, our glances, our bodies that seek each other without ever truly fleeing.

So we're writing to each other so far, for now. And even if this chapter ends here, it's not the end.

Because we know that: this bond never breaks. And the game, the real one, the one that burns in silence... it never ends.

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Conclusion : “You know, this game… it's not for everyone. It's not something you can just play lightly, like that, in a 'let's try it, we'll see' mode.

No, there are rules, but above all, there are desires, expectations, real feelings. Because if you don't have that real connection, if you don't have that burning desire, it's nothing else. just a facade, a masquerade.

A cold scene. A soulless pact. Like a garden that no one waters: it withers, it dries, it dies. And that's not what we want.

Taking care of someone you love, yes. Giving, yes. Being there, yes. But all of this only makes sense if the other person vibrates at the same frequency. It remains an empty shell if the person in front of you is not on the same wavelength. If it's not reciprocal, if the spark isn't there, you'll just find yourself in a dance without music.

You can want to give, offer, all that, but if the other person doesn't feel the same way, then it's all for

nothing.

That's when you realize: for this game to work, it has to come from both sides, it has to be real chemistry, not just a superficial attraction. It has to be that mutual energy.

Otherwise, it's not a game anymore, it's just hot air.”

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