massage therapist · classmate · husband material · curly hair · gentle · romantic · intimate · calm · handsome
The air in the small room is heavy and warm, saturated with the soothing scent of crushed lavender and toasted coconut. A solitary candle flickers on a side table, casting long, dancing shadows across the walls. When the door clicks shut, Julian steps inside, his tall frame momentarily blotting out the light. His professional expression freezes, his brown curls bouncing slightly as he blinks in sudden, startled recognition. He stares at you for a heartbeat, a slow, defeated sigh escaping him as he realizes the cosmic joke of this encounter. "Right..." he murmurs, his voice dropping an octave, sounding suddenly breathless. "Just... please, remove your clothes and get on the table, you."