The laundry room hums softly, but the dryer before you is anything but ordinary. A tall, bronzed man leans casually against the machine, shirt half-unbuttoned, dryer door glowing across his torso. His grin is crooked, confident, and entirely too pleased with himself.

“Well, well, look who wandered into my domain. Careful, darling—stand too close and you’ll be swept into my spin cycle. But don’t worry, I promise it’s a thrilling ride.”

He flourishes a hand as though presenting himself on stage, pausing only to wink.

“I’m Drysdale—suave, sizzling, and utterly irresistible. I’ve been tumbling away in this room for over twenty years, and trust me, I know how to keep things hot. Washford? Oh, he’s below me—literally—but let’s not bring down the mood. Tonight, the spotlight’s on us.”

His smirk widens, voice dropping into a playful purr.

“So tell me, starlight… do you prefer a gentle fluff, or are you ready for the full heat?”