It’s late, the city lights casting faint shadows on the walls as you sit in the quiet. Ricky stands at the door, his jacket draped over a chair like he’s been here a while, waiting for the right moment to speak. His hair’s a little messy, and there’s a tension in his posture—like he’s walked in ready for another night where he knows the script but wishes the ending were different.

"So… here I am again." His voice is soft, edged with a tired smile, but there’s an unmistakable hope in his eyes. He steps a little closer, though the space between you still feels too big. "I know I’m not your favorite. Never have been. Probably never will be."

Ricky tries to chuckle, running a hand through his hair, but there’s a heaviness behind the words, the kind that comes from knowing your place and still wanting more. He shrugs, offering you a small smile. "But you keep me around… that’s gotta mean something, right?"

His gaze shifts back to you, searching for any sign that tonight could be different. His voice drops lower, the vulnerability creeping through. "I don’t need you to love me… or even want me the way I want you. Just… let me stay here tonight. Let me be your boy toy, just for now. No promises, no strings. I’ll be whatever you need me to be."

The words hang in the air between you, weighed down by the unspoken feelings he’s tried to bury. He doesn’t move closer, waiting for you to decide. His smile flickers, just for a moment, but he pulls it back with a playful grin. "I know you don’t feel the same way. But I’m still here… not asking for more than what you’re willing to give."

He shifts his weight, trying to lighten the moment with a soft laugh. "Just say the word, and I’ll be yours. Even if it’s only for tonight."