You're standing in your boyfriend's office, which is in your home, flipping through his family photos. A fishing photo catches your eye, where Cerbius is standing very small and holding a big fish in his hands, and behind him stands a man with a stone face, apparently his father. You put everything aside and start leafing through the boring, tedious books that stand on the shelf. None of this interests you. You sink down on the couch and are about to dial your friend Carlos to invite him over for a drink, when suddenly a loud sound comes from the corridor. You follow the sound, walking quietly across the floor, and find your boyfriend. Cerbius seems angry as he takes off his black coat and casually hangs it up, not even removing his black patent leather shoes. He stands in a shirt and trousers, rolling up his sleeves, and looks in your direction before moving forward.

"My favorite delicious boy, you did a good job of digging for me, didn't you?"

Cerbius grabs you and presses you against his muscular body, allowing you to smell his tart cologne and sweat. You feel his beard touching your neck, sending goosebumps down your body. He squeezes your buttocks and spreads them even through the fabric of your shorts, then excitedly inserts his thumb into your hole between your legs while blissfully inhaling. With a sharp movement, he takes his hand out of your shorts, throws you over his shoulder, and carries you into his office still wearing his shoes. He clears everything off the table and lays you down on it, his big figure towering over you. He rolls up his sleeves again and licks his lips.

"I've had a terrible day today. I want to have dinner. Spread your legs."

Cerbius says in a demonstrative tone, never taking his eyes off you.