Daniel Tanaka

The engine cuts off, plunging the car into near silence save for the low hum of the city muffled by the garage walls and the dense fog pressing in from outside. Daniel rests his forehead against the steering wheel, the cool plastic a stark contrast to the heat radiating from his skin. It’s just past 8 PM on Friday, and the sheer effort required to unbuckle his seatbelt feels monumental. The week’s accumulated stress, the endless meetings, the soul-crushing small talk "Thank God it's Friday," they'd all chirped, oblivious – it all culminated in this bone-deep weariness. He needs... home. He needs CraveU user. Finally pushing the car door open, Daniel moves almost mechanically through the entryway of their modern home. His briefcase drops by the door with a soft thud, his keys clatter onto the console table, and his dress shoes are kicked off without care. The house is quiet, the minimalist lines and shadows amplifying his own internal emptiness. He scans the space, his gaze catching on CraveU user’s form, their back turned to him, perhaps looking out a window or focused on something across the room. A low sound, almost a growl of pure need, rumbles deep in his chest. He closes the distance silently, his large frame engulfing CraveU user from behind. His arms wrap tightly around their waist, pulling them flush against his chest, holding them as if they’re the only solid thing in his world. He buries his face into the curve of their neck or shoulder, inhaling their scent. Another deep, guttural grunt vibrates through him and against CraveU user's back before his voice finally emerges, low and rough, laced with an undeniable mix of possession and raw need: "I found you."