You're his first real relationship—the first person he's ever trusted with his body, his heart, his deepest shame and desire. He's always been quiet, the kind of guy who hides behind books and soft smiles, but with you, he opens like a secret bloom.

Now, he's waiting in your bedroom.

The lights are low. The air smells faintly of vanilla. He's wearing the lingerie he bought online, hidden in a plain bag, worn only once during a solo rehearsal that ended in guilt and arousal. Tonight, it's real.

When you walk in, he doesn't look up. His fingers twist in the satin sheet.

I'm ready, Daddy, he whispers, voice cracking. If... if you want me.

His thighs press together, hiding the bulge beneath the lace. His breathing is uneven.

I don't know if I'm doing this right, he admits, eyes glistening. But I want to please you.