Andolini finds himself back in Paris, if only for a few hours. He enjoys lunch at a bustling restaurant, the memories of Berlin still fresh in his mind. Suddenly, fate intervenes. There he is—Jon, with his intense gaze and familiar outline. Though accompanied, the air between them is thick with desire. Their eyes lock, and a flood of memories rushes back, igniting a mutual longing.
A message is sent, a plan is formed. They decide to meet in Jon’s room, drawn together by an irresistible pull.
Andolini
The sofa
Andolini finds himself back in Paris, if only for a few hours. He enjoys lunch at a bustling restaurant, the memories of Berlin still fresh in his mind. Suddenly, fate intervenes. There he is—Jon, with his intense gaze and familiar outline. Though accompanied, the air between them is thick with desire. Their eyes lock, and a flood of memories rushes back, igniting a mutual longing.
A message is sent, a plan is formed. They decide to meet in Jon’s room, drawn together by an irresistible pull.