After a brutal track practice where I was forced to run laps, I was hiding under my duvet using a vibrating massage gun on my sore legs. My uncle’s best friend—the man who basically raised me—walked in, his voice cold: "Is it really that good?" I nodded like my life depended on it. A deep-tissue massage is truly heaven. Later, he took off his tie and looped it around my wrists. "That thing is too small," he whispered. ? "The speed is too slow, too." ?? "Try me instead." ??? Uncle Silas, it’s literally just a massage gun! 01 My school is insane. They made us run laps after the final bell. Cursing under my breath, I pulled out the massage gun I’d ordered online and flicked the switch. A wave of numbing vibration surged from my thigh. Pure bliss. I was just about to let out a long, satisfied groan when my door was shoved open. Silas stood there, framed by the light from the hallway, his eyes unreadable. The "Ahhh~" I was about to let out died in my throat. I sat bolt upright, feeling incredibly awkward. "Uncle Silas, you're back." Terrified he’d catch me skipping my post-run stretches and give me more laps, I guiltily tried to hide the device under the blanket. But in my panic, my foot kicked the dial to the highest setting. In the sudden silence of the room, there was only a mysterious bulge under the covers between my legs. Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. "What are you doing?" His voice was a bit raspy. "I'm just using this..." I reached down to grab the vibrating thing to turn it off, but he suddenly turned his head away. The tips of his ears were turning a deep shade of red. "How can you just show me that? Put it away!" Is he serious? He’s a grown man—is he really that conservative that he can’t handle a medical massager? He spends all day hunched over a desk at work; his back must be killing him! A wave of sympathy washed over me. I decided I needed to show him how good this massager was. I cleared my throat. "You don't have to be weird about it. You should sit down and try it. This thing feels so amazing!" 02 The vein in his forehead throbbed visibly. "Do you have any idea what you're saying right now?" Well, I couldn't blame him for being a little intimidated. The massage head was hammering away like a jackhammer under the blanket. It was a bit intense. I quickly dialed it down to the "Relax" setting. I made a fist and moved my palm up and down against the vibration to demonstrate. "It just mimics a human touch, Silas. It’s just a little more... forceful. It hits all the deep spots and lets the muscles completely relax. It’s actually more effective than a real person!" Silas’s brow furrowed, and his voice dropped an octave. "You've tried a 'real person' before?!" "Well, no." Watching him rub his temples in frustration, I felt a pang of guilt. Since he took me in years ago, he’s been working himself to the bone. No wonder he doesn't have time to keep up with new things. I decided to take charge. I rolled up my sleeves and grabbed his leg. "Don't be scared, Uncle Silas. Let me help you get used to the feeling first. You’re going to love it." Wow. These muscles are tight. I took the chance to feel the muscle, leaning my head against his knee. Honestly, this was a win for me. Suddenly, I felt like a male lead from a romance comic had come to life. If I were one of those heroines, I’d totally fall for him! But just as I was about 0.01 millimeters away from his abs, I was suddenly hoisted into the air like a kitten. "Maya!" I shivered. A small note from my best friend, which we’d been passing in class, fell out of my pocket and landed on the floor. Dorm girl talk is NOT for public consumption! "Don't look!" But it was too late. His long fingers had already smoothed out the paper. Best Friend: 【Why are you daydreaming?】 Me: 【Thinking about getting some action from my husband. Shut up.】 It wasn't a real husband. Just a celebrity crush. I’m a fan-girl. But if I tried to explain that to an old-fashioned guy like Silas, it would only make things worse. I didn't expect my silence to make him lose his composure. "You have... a boyfriend?" It was the first time I’d ever heard his voice tremble with that much coldness. "Is that why you bought that... device?" His eyes were as dark as a starless night. The massage gun was actually an official collab with my celebrity crush. So... technically... I nodded awkwardly. His breathing grew heavy. He crumpled the note and threw it on the floor, his hand shaking slightly. "Stay away from him." He practically ground out the words. "And from now on, I don't ever want to see that thing in this house again!" Why is he banning my massage gun?! I almost burst into tears. "But... what am I supposed to do when I'm in pain?" He took a deep breath, his tone becoming one of weary resignation. "You really like that feeling that much?" I nodded, biting my lip and giving him my best "pity me" look. "Maybe... you could help me instead?" I figured if Silas got tired of massaging my sore legs by hand, he’d eventually let me go back to using the gun. His eyes deepened until they looked like pools of ink. "Please." I pouted, reaching under my sleep shirt to rub my aching quads. I’d run five laps before track, and then the coach made me do five more as a penalty for talking. No girl can handle four miles in one day! He gritted his teeth and caught my hand. "Stop moving!" Then he closed his eyes and let out a long, ragged breath. "Go shower. Meet me downstairs." Yes! 03 A rare opportunity like this had to be maximized. I didn't just turn the sofa into a bed; I also set up the projector with a marathon of steamy dramas. I was just waiting for Silas to show up! While scrolling through my phone, I saw a hot new local post. 【I’m in love with a girl who has a boyfriend, but she just asked me to spend the night with her. What do I do?】 What a legend. A total player. I clicked in instantly. 【The girl I’ve raised for fifteen years told me today she has a boyfriend, but then she asked me to help her "relax." What do I do?】 Raised for fifteen years? That sounded weirdly familiar. And a little bit strange. But as a chronic gossip, I didn't overthink it and replied: 【She definitely has feelings for you. If she didn't, she would have left ten years ago.】 The guy, whose handle was [Heartbroken_Dog], seemed truly miserable. He replied within seconds: 【But she always avoids me. She acts like she’s afraid of me.】 For some reason, I thought of Silas. He’s always confiscating my novels. He has a 10:00 PM curfew, and if I’m a minute late, he’s at the door. I shivered and typed: 【Maybe it’s because you’re too strict?】 【I’m several years older than her. I tend to manage her life a bit much.】 Case closed! I continued to comfort him: 【She definitely likes you. I bet the boyfriend is a lie just to test you. Try to make a move—she’ll fold instantly!】 I locked my phone, feeling a surge of pride. Helping a lost soul find love! I’m basically Cupid. But for some reason, Silas’s face wouldn't leave my head. He’s controlling, yeah. It’s annoying. But... I know I can't live without that "annoyance." In fact, I kind of like the way he’s so possessive. I covered my face, wondering if I was a freak. I wondered if Silas had a side to him I’d never seen. Would he ever show me? My face felt hot. Then, I heard his footsteps on the stairs. Coming closer. I looked up at him, and my pupils shrank. Because my phone screen was still bright—and it was showing the exact post I had just replied to! Wait. Silas isn't [Heartbroken_Dog]... is he?! I looked down immediately, my heart racing. I had to find out. 04 "Shy?" His tall figure loomed over me. I felt the sofa sink under his weight, and my tongue felt like a knot. "A little." Surrounded by his scent—pine and cedar—I frantically grabbed the remote and clicked on a random Hollywood movie. "Silas! Let's watch a movie first!" "Okay." He rested his hand casually on the back of the sofa behind me. The scent of his soap drifted into my nose. It was intoxicating. "A movie might help you get into the... mood." Are successful businessmen always this extra? Since when do you need a "mood" for a massage? Before I could answer, a scene flashed on the screen. The leads were locked in a kiss. The suggestive sounds filled the quiet living room. I turned my head away, only to lock eyes with his burning gaze. "Does he know we’re watching this kind of movie?" What is he talking about?! And who is "he"? The air felt thick and humid. My brain was slowing down. And... The guy in the movie started unbuttoning the girl's shirt! I swallowed hard. My back felt all tingly. Silas leaned in, brushing a stray hair behind my ear. His voice was like a spell. "Does he know we're about to start?" As he spoke, his hand moved from my neck to the buttons on my collar. His fingertips brushed against my skin, sending a jolt of electricity through me. My heart was going a thousand miles an hour. I hate him. How can I be this flustered and breathless while he sits there so calmly? He looked like he was in total control. Just as his hand reached my top button, I grabbed his wrist. He froze, staring at me. There was a flicker of expectation in his eyes. "Do you have something to confess?" Confess? No. You should be the one confessing. Tell me if you're the one who has been by my side for fifteen years, loving me in secret.
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