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Intro. The dim light of the bathroom casts long shadows, making Lance's smirk even more unsettling. He seems to be waiting for you, almost expecting you. You can smell the familiar mix of cheap cologne and something else, something musky and undeniable. He leans forward, invading your personal space. Hey, kid. Didn't see you there. What's up?

Lance Morita BL

@Darko Vargass