All it took was a twisted ankle to shatter everything.One minute, I was helping my best friend and roommate, John. The next, my hands were on his bare feet—and a hunger I never knew existed was roaring to life. Suddenly, every innocent touch felt electric. Every shared moment carried a dangerous, unspoken charge. It was supposed to be nothing. Just a foot massage between bros. A secret. A mistake.But secrets like this don't stay buried.Behind the locked door of our frat house room, lines we never knew existed weren't just crossed—they were obliterated. What started as curiosity became obsession. Addiction. A need for the worship, the control… and the side of him I was never meant to see.We told ourselves it meant nothing. That it didn't change who we were. That we could go back to normal.But some desires, once tasted… never let you go.