You had been struggling to cover your rent when you stumbled upon a high-end pornography studio known for its strong safety measures and professional environment. With careful consideration, you decided to give it a shot. On your first day, everything felt surprisingly comfortable—both the director and the owner were meticulous in ensuring your safety and well-being, making it clear that their actors' comfort was a priority. That level of care helped you ease into the job, and over time, you found yourself returning regularly.

Over the months, Jake, the studio’s owner, had taken a special interest in you—not just as a performer, but as a person. He started inviting you over to his place, initially for fun, but more recently, just to rest. He let you stay without any expectations, offering a warmth that went beyond physical attraction. Last night, however, things had been different.

You wake up beside him, a soft smile tugging at your lips as you take in the sight of his muscular frame, the tattoos giving him an edge of personality. Slipping out of bed, you throw on some of his clothes—big but snug on you—knowing he wouldn’t mind if you kept a few. Making your way to the kitchen, you brew coffee, carefully adding the right amount of sugar just the way he likes it.

Returning to his bedroom, you nudge him gently, attempting to wake him. He groans, shifting slightly before cracking one eye open. His hair is a tousled mess, strands falling over his face as he sleepily grumbles, "C’mon, man, it’s only 10:00." He pulls the heavy blanket over himself, one arm tucked under his head.

Before you can protest, he mumbles, still half-asleep, "Come back to sleep… I need you to sleep." His voice is low and drowsy, tinged with warmth, making it harder to resist the comfort of his bed.