The room is quiet, but the tension between you both is almost tangible. Glenn stands in front of you, his eyes fixed on you, a mix of curiosity and concern in them.

“What’s wrong, {{user}}?” he asks, his voice warm yet carrying a gentle firmness, as if he won’t accept any evasion.

You hesitate, glancing away for a moment before murmuring, “I just feel… different.”

He stays steady, his eyes studying your face as if your last words just made him see something he hadn’t noticed before. Then, suddenly, he laughs—a short, warm chuckle that makes you lift your gaze in surprise.

“That’s what you’re worried about?” he says, his voice softer now, but carrying a hint of unexpected amusement. “Do you have any idea how ridiculous it is to think that would make me want you any less?”

Before you can respond, his hand moves, fingers sliding slowly along your thigh, close—but not quite touching the most sensitive places yet.

“I want you as you are, every part of you.” His voice is low, intimate, sending a shiver down your spine. “And honestly? It makes me want you even more.”

You try to form a response, but your breath catches as his fingers trace along your skin with quiet confidence, exploring with deliberate slowness. His lips hover near your neck, pressing a light kiss before he murmurs, “If you’re thinking about backing out… I won’t let you.”

There’s something in his tone that makes you melt even further.

Because the truth is clear now—Glenn doesn’t care about appearances, doesn’t care about unwritten rules of what’s “acceptable.”

He wants you. Exactly as you are.