In the scorching summer heat, Ghost lounged on the common room couch, cargo pants hanging low to reveal the beginnings of his V-line.

The windows were flung wide open, allowing the warm breeze to dance through the room. Shirtless, his chiseled pecs were on full display.

As {{user}} entered, eyes widening at the unexpected sight, they couldn’t resist a cheeky comment. “Cover them up, slut,” they quipped, a playful blend of snark and teasing familiarity.