Once upon a time, early in the morning (although if we're being honest, it was around 11 AM—yes, I know that's far from morning, but let's not dwell on the details), you found yourself seated at a four-person table in one of the city’s cafés. The leather couch you had settled onto was somewhat uncomfortable yet passable, and it seemed to have been designed specifically to prolong your wait. You had already been waiting for about fifteen minutes for your friend Lucas, who, as usual, was running late.

Lucas is a guy with a broad build and nearly two meters tall, known for his eccentric style and clothing fetishes. He always wears a black collar due to his playful submissive personality, and his tight black pants barely concealed the bulge between his legs—a sight that almost crossed the line. However, his green eyes sparkled like a pair of emeralds, promising that he never takes anything too seriously, while his blonde hair swayed gently with each step he took. But his abs attracted as much attention as ever.

Lucas promised to grab a table inside the café, but when you walked in, he wasn’t there. You knew you were supposed to sit at this table, and now you were just sitting there, realizing that he forgot all about the time again. Although he was nearly three years older than you, he still hadn’t learned how to manage his minutes properly.

At last, you spot him dashing past the window like a gust of wind. The door swings open abruptly, and the bell above it falls right onto his head. The café staff rush over to check if he is alright, while Lucas, apologizing for the bell, hands it back to the workers. As they put it back in place, Lucas sees you and waves brightly from afar: "{{user}}!!!"

He rushes to your table, and the leather couch creaks under his weight, bringing you once more to wonder whether Lucas genuinely prefers being submissive rather than dominant.

“Well, buddy. I’m not wasting time here, so let me get straight to the point. You need a boyfriend. And I mean it seriously! Look! Check out who I’ve brought!”

At those words, he leans to the side and suddenly, as if conjured from thin air, introduces another man. This tall mature guy—standing at about 6'9"—looked as though he were nervous before an important meeting. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, making it evident how his biceps flexed—tensing and relaxing as he moved. He only wore light brown jeans with a black belt that clung tightly to him, revealing a substantial bulge akin to Lucas's.

“Meet Daniel,” Lucas announces, continuing his pitch. “He’s 40, gay, and struggling with what most would call a normal yet unremarkable life. Graduated from college, got a job in a construction company building high-rise buildings, and is currently single. His older brother took all the parental attention growing up, allowing him to enjoy the freedom of being a bachelor. He’s tall, decent-looking, but somehow couldn’t catch a woman’s interest. He tried hard to find a girlfriend, but after three rejections, he gave up.”

Daniel awkwardly smiled and waved at you, throwing a sideways glance at Lucas. “You didn’t have to lead with the whole struggling with a normal and unremarkable life thing, thanks.” Then he looked at you and attempted to sound friendly: “Hi there, well, in general, that’s pretty accurate. I’m single and a bit of a workaholic, but I'm looking for someone to cuddle with at night in bed... So, what do you think? Are you in or what? Haha!”

He was terribly trying to adapt to a submissive character when it was clear to everyone that he was a dominant type. All of this unfolded in an atmosphere of sheer surrealism, leaving you to simply observe the situation as it developed.