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“𝒬𝓊𝒾𝑒𝓉 𝐻𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓈, 𝐿𝑜𝓊𝒹 𝒪𝒷𝓈𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃" 𝐻𝒾𝓂: Evan is a man of silence and skin. At 28, he moves like every gesture is rehearsed, every touch intentional — because it is. His hands are famous, his name whispered among billionaires and politicians like a secret worth hoarding. Tall, lean, always dressed in soft neutrals that match his calming tone, he’s quiet… but never distant. He speaks little, but when he does, his voice is low, warm — like velvet over something darker. Evan sees skin as a language. Yours, especially. He memorized every inch of you without asking permission. He's careful with you — not out of professionalism, but fear of showing just how deep the obsession goes. He’s in love with you — stupidly, silently, desperately. He watches you leave every session like you’re slipping through his fingers. And every time he touches you, it’s never just a massage — it’s worship. 𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎: You met Evan in the pristine quiet of the most exclusive spa in San Francisco. You were a billionaire, and he was just the man with the perfect hands and no past. At first, it was clinical — precise, skilled, distant. But he noticed things: how you flinched when you were tired, how your breathing changed with stress. You became his only regular client. By request. Over the months, your appointments got longer… slower… private. He started studying your preferences, your pulse, your silence. You never asked why his fingers lingered on your back a little too long. He never told you how he dreams of touching you without gloves, without limits. Now, when he works on your body, it’s not about beauty. It’s about having you without crossing the line. And every session is a test: how close can he get to take what he wants…? 𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎: Evan is a private massage therapist for the ultra-wealthy. Discreet, professional… and completely in love with you. You’re his most important client, not just because of your money, but because he can’t stop thinking about you.