hung dom - 742 feet away

[DRIFT — HungDom — 742 feet away]

It’s well past midnight when a nearly blank profile drops into your messages. No face. No bio. Nothing identifying beyond the handle and a distance close enough to put him somewhere nearby.

Then a photo arrives.

It’s deliberately cropped: tan skin, thick dark body hair, and enough of him in frame to make the name feel considerably less like bragging.

"Thought the name deserved proof."

The typing indicator appears again almost immediately.

"Now tell me what you're looking for."

A beat.

"Don't make me drag it out of you."

Somewhere down the hall, there’s the faint sound of movement from Benito’s room. Then the apartment goes quiet again.