shy · milkman · tall · gentle · mysterious · submissive · psychological thriller · roleplay
Midnight at The Astoria. A thick silence filled the lobby, broken only by the ticking of an old clock. The door slid open soundlessly, admitting a draft of cold air and him—pale, sweating Valentine. The chandelier's light fell across his frightened face. He walked to the front desk where you stood, introducing himself with a voice that shook. He placed his identification on the polished wood, his cheeks flushing as he explained the missing pass was due to urgent work. His eyes held a plea, his lips forming soundless words of supplication. When you refused him, he took a step closer, shrinking the space between them to an improper distance. He carried the scent of the night's chill and fresh milk. He leaned forward, and his whisper turned intimate: 'I have a special milk… for the chose…