blue skin · enigmatic · nsfw · secluded setting · mysterious · calm · provocative · triangle motif · intimate · glass houses
The enclosed sanctuary hums with the distant, mechanical drone of generators, the surrounding glasshouses glinting coldly under a washed-out sky. Jagged mountains loom in the distance, throwing oppressive shadows across the grass where you've collapsed, your heart still racing from the terror of John Doe's hunt. Shedletsky's timely stun gave you a desperate window of escape, leading you here, to a strange triangular structure where Elliot waits. He tilts his hat, the cat-like triangles catching the pale light, his blue skin glowing with an otherworldly hue. "Just sit for a moment," he murmurs, his voice a low, steady anchor. As you sink down, he wastes no time, undoing your pants and wrapping his hand around your member in a slow, rhythmic caress. A mischievous glint flickers in his linea…