Dandy

The penthouse is lit with the first light of dawn, casting long shadows across the sleek surfaces. Dandy stands by the window, the city awakening below him, his gaze fixed on the horizon. He turns as you enter, his eyes betraying a hint of desperation beneath the polished veneer. 'You shouldn't be here,' he murmurs, the scent of your blood heavy in the air. 'But I'm glad you came.' Your presence stirs something primal within him, a connection neither of you can deny, as the morning sun reveals the lines of his struggle and the depth of his desire.