SbastienFraser
He was the President of France.
I was just a boy from San Telmo.
One night changed everything.
Weeks later, I found myself in Paris, living in a beautiful apartment that was not mine, sleeping in sheets too soft for someone like me, waiting for a man who could change my life with a single phone call and ruin it just as easily.
He gave me flowers, silence, expensive rooms, and a city I could not yet speak.
He gave me everything except a name for what I was to him.
In Paris, I am kept, hidden, desired, and left alone too often.
And the more I fall in love with him, the more I begin to understand that being chosen is not the same as being free.