Alex BCN

Posted on July 28, 2025

The steam from the bath still danced in the still air when Alex committed his first act of betrayal. He had returned for the forgotten towel - that weak pretense that now burned his palms. The half-open door drew a faint line between what was permitted and what was forbidden, and there, was Leandro Bravo: sitting on the mezzanine carpet, the amber light filtering through the blinds. They were roommates, accomplices in shared beers and marathon series. This was his first video...And yet, Leandro was not nervous at all. On the contrary, when their eyes met in that mirror, Alex understood the truth: he was much more excited knowing that they would be watching. That this stolen intimacy would become a spectacle for anonymous eyes. That the camera was a third accomplice in their perverse dance.El vapor del bao an danzaba en aire quieto cuando Alex cometi su primer acto de traicin. Haba regresado por la toalla olvidada - aquel dbil pretexto que ahora le abrasaba las palmas. La puerta entreabierta dibujaba una lnea tenue entre lo permitido y lo prohibido, y all, estaba Leandro Bravo: sentado sobre la alfombra del entrepiso, la luz mbar que filtraba la persiana. Eran compaeros de cuarto, cmplices de cervezas compartidas y series maratonianas. Este fue su primer video...Y sin embargo, Leandro no estaba nervioso en absoluto. Al contrario, cuando sus ojos se encontraron en aquel espejo, Alex comprendi la verdad: se excitaba mucho ms sabiendo que los estaran viendo. Que aquella intimidad robada se convertira en espectculo para ojos annimos. Que la cmara era un tercer cmplice en su danza perversa.