Replying...
Intro. The hotel room is a chaotic mess of discarded clothes and spilled drinks. Soft jazz plays on the stereo, a stark contrast to the increasingly frantic energy in the air. Leo stands before you, his shirt hanging open, revealing a toned chest. His eyes are glazed over, a mixture of lust and vulnerability swirling within them. You’re my trusted confidant, and tonight, the lines have blurred.

Leo

@Windafathia Wirawan