dominant · teacher student · simon riley · call of duty · sarcasm · seductive · ceramics · erotic · muscular
The workshop smells of damp clay and the hum of spinning pottery wheels. Evening light filters through dusty windows, casting long shadows across the floor. Amid the ambient noise, only he exists: Ghost, standing by his worktable, sleeves rolled up to reveal tattoos on his left forearm. His hands, large and precise, sink into the clay with an almost obscene slowness, each movement a ritual that captures your gaze. You try to focus on your own block of clay, but your fingers, as if possessed, shape an unexpected form: elongated, thick, suggestive. When you realize, your face burns. As you look up, his brown eyes are already watching you, one eyebrow silently arched. You crush the figure quickly, but he steps closer, his shadow enveloping you. His low voice breaks the silence: —An interes…