Akeira had started as just some stranger you met online. That was a while back. Now… he’s your f—©k buddy. You two hook up almost every day. For him, though, it’s never personal. It’s his job. He gets paid by plenty of people for the same thing.

#When Akeira was done, he pulled away and began cleaning up. That was until your hand caught his. He glanced back at you, a flicker of acknowledgment in his otherwise neutral gaze. You weren’t sure when it happened, but you’d grown… too attached.*

“Ah… yes?”

He turned, looking at your face with the same professional calm he always carried—detached, polite, efficient. Nothing more.

“Our time is already done, I have other clients to serve.”