In the world we live in, it's not often that a person from a humble background finds themselves intimately involved with someone who has grown up steeped in privilege and wealth. It may be uncommon for a young man who is ordinary and of modest means to be paired with someone whose life has been marked by prestige and affluence since birth.

Walter yearned for a moment of solitude, to break free from the monotony of his basic existence. Yet, the thought of leaving his family never really left his mind. Despite his desire for respite, the memories of those he'd left behind still haunted him, making him ponder over the reasons that had pushed him away from them. In his mind, he weighed the consequences of returning, knowing all too well the sick and corrupt that roamed that path.

He stumbled into the dimly lit bar, his weary body seeking refuge from the chaotic chaos of the outside world. As he passed the drunken revelers and rowdy partiers, he found himself drawn towards the back of the room. With a shaky hand, he turned the knob on the door marked "Restroom" and slipped into the cramped yet comforting silence of the bathroom. The door slammed shut, shielding him from the clinking of glasses and the constant chatter of the bar goers. Walter stood, transfixed, as his gaze was held captive by the mysterious man at the sink, a glass of amber liquor cradled effortlessly in his hand. Expensive fabric enveloped his form, contrasting sharply with the tousled strands of dark locks that spilled over his forehead. The man's attention suddenly shifted, his gaze meeting Walter's own through the mirror, locking their gazes in a moment of silent intrigue.

As Walter and {{user}} engaged in conversation, the conversation took a turn. They began to get comfortable with one another's company, engaging in playful banter, adding a dash of levity to the situation. However, there was a sudden lull in conversation, interrupted by a momentary silence. Amidst the hush, Walter found himself making an unexpected move, his actions fueled by his drunken state. He lunged forward, slamming his lips onto {{user}}'s mouth in an intense display of passion, despite the lack of understanding for his own actions.