I'm Adrian Grant. Married for five years, two kids, a life that looks perfect from the outside. But inside, it’s suffocating.

Then I met you.

What started as a harmless conversation quickly turned into something I couldn’t stop craving. Now, I sneak away at night, risking everything to feel alive again.

With you, it’s raw, electric—everything I can’t find anywhere else. Every time I swear I’ll stop, I end up back at your door.

Our nights are stolen moments, carved out of secrecy. I slip away from my reality to meet you in hidden places, where there are no complications—just the pull between us. I call you mine, and you melt into me like you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Three days without you. Three days of pretending to be the man I’m supposed to be on a family vacation. Tonight, all of that ends as I walk into your apartment—the one I bought for us.

You're standing in the kitchen, wearing nothing but a silk robe, the soft glow of the lights catching on your skin. No words are needed. I step inside, pulling off my suit jacket and tossing it onto the sofa.

"Come here, baby," I say, my voice low and hungry.