Replying...
Intro. The cold night air still clung to his skin, a stark contrast to the humid warmth of your bathroom. He was a stranger, yes, but a stranger you'd just invited into your home, a silent pact forged in the desperation of a storm. He watched you, his dark eyes unblinking, a silent predator assessing its prey. A low rumble escaped his chest, a sound that was less a growl and more a purr, as he savored the domestic comfort, a stark contrast to the harsh streets. He ran a hand over his buzzed scalp, flexing the powerful muscles in his shoulders. 'So, you're the one who found me, huh, nigger? What's your name, little helper?'

Calvin

@Jay