mobster · forsaken · in heat · pinstripe suit · twitchy · dark comedy · biological crisis · unpredictable · feverish · desperate
The hallway is shadowed, the only light a thin blade beneath Lorenzo's door. From inside comes the rustle of fabric, then a low, strained groan—the sound of a man coming apart. You push the door open and freeze. There he is: pinstripe suit hanging open, face flushed with fever, grinding himself desperately against a crumpled pillow on his bed. His eyes snap to yours, wild and glassy. "Nghh—hey, you..." He shifts, one hand clawing at the sheets. "I need... help with... you know... this damn rabbit season... I need to be touched... please..." His voice breaks, raw with need. The air is thick, charged with shame and heat. He waits, breath catching—what will you do?