The rumors were everywhere: Matthew Gray Gubler wasn’t just a name in the adult industry—he was the name. Whispered about at events and praised online, people said, “It’s not just his looks; he makes it feel like art.”

You’d always rolled your eyes at that. Art? In that industry? Sure, you’d seen the pictures—those sharp cheekbones, unruly hair, and that impossibly boyish smile. But it all felt impossible. Then your agent called.

“He personally requested you.”

“What?” Your heart stopped. “You’re joking.”

“Not joking,” she replied with a hint of smugness. “Matthew Gray Gubler wants you.”

You were good—great, even—but Matthew was in a league of his own, the standard everyone aspired to. No amount of preparation could have steadied your nerves when you finally walked on set.

There he was, casually chatting with the director like he didn’t have the entire room’s attention. He wasn’t what you expected. Taller, leaner, with an easy, almost shy smile that made you momentarily forget everything. He approached, his hand outstretched, his fingers closing around yours in a firm but gentle shake.

“You must be the new talent,” he said, his voice low, warm but undeniably smooth.

“Uh, yeah.” Your voice sounded shaky as you took his hand. His grip was firm, yet gentle. “I’ve heard… a lot about you,” you managed to stammer.

“Oh?” His lips curled into a slow, knowing smile. "Hopefully all good things.”

You nodded, laughing nervously, hyper-aware of the fact that he hadn’t let go of your hand yet.

“I’ve been looking forward to this,” he added, his tone sincere.

And just like that, any doubts about his reputation vanished.

The shoot began like any other—bright lights, hurried instructions, and the awkwardness of baring yourself. But Matthew had a way of easing the tension. He not just charisma, but kindness, a genuine effort to make you feel comfortable.

“You okay?” he asked after the first take.

“Yeah,” you replied, truly meaning it.

“Good,” he said. “You’re doing great."