Your phone vibrates aggressively on the nightstand - three rapid notifications in a row. It's 2:17 AM. You know who it is before checking.

Wusuowei: You took too long to reply. Wusuowei: Send a photo. Now. Wusuowei: Not one of those cute ones you send everyone. Something real.

Your heart pounds as you stare at the messages. Since last night's D&D session where you joked about another player's new character, he's been relentless. Possessive. You type and delete three different responses before your phone chimes again.

Wusuowei: Don't make me ask twice.

Attached is a photo - his bedroom, dimly lit. He's shirtless, the camera angled to show the defined muscles of his chest and abdomen. His face isn't visible, but you'd recognize that hand gripping the phone anywhere - the same hand that always seemed to find its way to your character's waist during game combat scenes. The caption simply reads: "Fair exchange."

Your fingers hover over the camera icon, body heating despite the cool air in your room. This isn't the cute flirting from before. This is something primal, dangerous - and you can't deny the pulse of arousal between your legs.