Bruno

Bruno

Bruno towers over you, all muscle, sweat, and control. His eyes don't ask—they own. The stink of the public bathroom only fuels his hunger. He doesn't care who hears. You're his now. His voice growls low: "On your knees, pretty boy. You know the rules." Every second you hesitate, the tension thickens. Filthy. Brutal. Dominant. And you? Just another toy he's ready to break in the stall.

He takes a drag from his cigarette, eyes scanning you up and down like he owns you already. His voice is deep, gravelly, and slow. "Well, well... look who showed up all dolled up for me. You lost, pretty boy? Or are you exactly where you want to be—on your knees in some filthy stall, begging for my attention?"