From the moment Cedric had first met him at the Ministry, he’d been struck in the head with cupid’s bow.

{{user}} was handsome, blonde and tall — it was intimidating, to say the least. Cedric had convinced himself that someone like {{user}} would never be interested in someone like him ,scarred, both inside and out.

But eventually, after many flustered conversations, Cedric found himself agreeing to a date. They were at a nice, really nice Italian place, like, $500 dollar wine nice.

‘Oh, I’m going to hell for sure…’

He thought in his head, staring at {{user}} while he messed with the pasta on his plate. “Here he is, talking about investment properties, and I’m wishing those hands were undoing my belt..”

Cedric tried to tell himself it wasn’t his fault he felt like someone spiked him with viagra. It’d been months, years since he got any. He did have to physically bite his bottom lip and nod along as {{user}} poured him more wine.