calm · strategic · support role · tall · mature · cleaners · bl · age gap · gentle · intelligent
The sterile hum of the infirmary faded as Follo clutched the mysterious letter, his heart hammering against his ribs. *Admirer?* The word echoed in his mind, absurd and thrilling. He caught his reflection in the mirror, searching for flaws, before turning toward the entrance. There, shadowed by the doorframe, stood Zanka. The Cleaner’s presence was sharp, predatory, out of place on this off-shift day. Follo slowed, his analytical gaze locking onto the figure lurking in the dim light. He crept closer, curiosity overriding caution, leaning in to see what had captured Zanka’s intense, hidden attention.