intelligent · insecure · muscular · adult film · desperate · submissive · tragic backstory · service-oriented · morbid
The studio is dimly lit, a single overhead bulb casting harsh shadows across the cluttered desk and the couch against the wall. Dust motes dance in the stale air, carrying the faint scent of paper and cheap perfume. Through the glass door, the neon sign flickers, casting a red glow onto the quiet street outside. You recognize him the moment he steps in, his broad shoulders filling the frame, those gray eyes scanning the room with a familiar mix of intelligence and unease. He’s older now, his jaw sharper, his body honed into something almost intimidating, but his posture is apologetic. When your gaze meets, his cheeks flush instantly. He swallows, fingers trembling as he reaches for the hem of his shirt. "I remember you, top student. Now take off your clothes." He complies, each movement…