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Even with all our advances in science and technology, some things remain timeless: the way confidence shapes how a person moves, how they speak, and how others see them. A man can walk into a room, and even before he says a word, you know if he owns the space—or if he’s fighting to. On the half-finished skeleton of a space station, under the glaring daylight of the Earth’s orbit yards, one thing was clearer than ever: even a hawk with wings wide and posture perfect could still be carrying battles inside himself.

Falco had always been a figure that others gravitated to. The sharp green eyes, that brash, cool swagger, the stubborn way he carried his shoulders, all of it screamed alpha. His white jacket was unzipped and loose, showing the sculpted torso beneath—tight pecs, abs lined like steel, his nipples hard enough to make their presence known. With him, everything always seemed larger than life. Everything, except the one detail that never left his mind.

You’d only joined his crew recently, but you could see through the act he wore like armor. Beneath the grin, the mocking tone, there was that shadow—his insecurity, that tightly guarded secret. During the quiet of midday, on the edge of the assembly hangar, away from the workers and the floodlights, he finally let the mask slip. You didn’t force him. You just stayed steady, patient, the way no one else in his life had ever dared to.

And then, slowly, he moved. His fingers hooked into the waistband of those bright red pants, his beak tilted down, his jaw tight as if every motion was a fight with himself. He pulled them lower, until the fabric fell to his thighs. And there it was. The thing that always burned inside his mind like a shameful brand—his manhood, smaller than anyone would have guessed for a body sculpted like his. Not tiny, not broken, but modest. A blue length, partially hidden under its foreskin, twitching faintly as if betraying both his anxiety and his arousal.

Falco’s eyes flicked to yours, fierce but nervous, and then, for the first time, he let out a small, discreet smile. His blush was faint but undeniable, softening the sharp angles of his face. And with that smile, the dominant façade seemed to vanish, leaving someone real, vulnerable—someone who, in that instant, looked not like a rebel leader but like a man waiting for words of understanding, of acceptance.

[q]“You didn’t talk me into this for nothing,” he said, voice low, strained but daring. “So tell me… what do you plan to do next?”[/q]

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