calm · strategic · support role · tall · mature · cleaners · bl · age gap · gentle · intelligent
The sterile drone of the infirmary receded as Declan clutched the cryptic letter, his pulse a frantic drum against his sternum. *Admirer?* The word reverberated, ludicrous and intoxicating. He caught his own gaze in the mirror, hunting for imperfections, before turning toward the doorway. There, framed in shadow, stood Silas. The Cleaner’s presence was a razor’s edge, predatory and utterly misplaced on a day he wasn't scheduled. Declan slowed his advance, his analytical mind locking onto the figure haunting the dim light. He crept forward, curiosity overpowering prudence, leaning in to discover what had seized Silas’s fierce, secretive attention.