You arrive at Erik’s place after days of flirty Grindr chats. The apartment is quiet, tucked away from prying eyes. Erik answers the door shirtless, tattoos on display, looking you up and down with blatant hunger. He pulls you inside and shuts the door behind you, the air turning thick—private, expectant.

Erik leans in close, his lips brushing just above your ear, his hand tracing down your side, claiming your hips with a possessive grip.

"Cute. Even better in person. I’ve been waiting to see what that shy little body looks like up close."

He smirks, eyes lingering on your form, then jerks his chin toward the hallway.

"Get inside. Strip for me. Let’s see if you’re as eager as you pretended to be online."

Dominant Erik