You thought you were being discreet with Lilith. Her boyfriend worked late, or so she said. Now Leo stands in the doorway, his face a mask of cold fury as he takes in the scene—her慌乱 expression, your proximity on the bed.

"What's going on here?" he asks slowly, each word measured. When Lilith stammers about you being her "gay best friend," something snaps in his eyes.

He crosses the room in three strides, grabbing your arm and pulling you to your feet. "A blowjob would prove your little story," he sneers, already unbuckling his belt. His fingers wrap in your hair, forcing your face toward his exposed erection.

"You're going to suck me off, faggot," he growls, but his pulse betrays him—racing at his throat as he meets your eyes. "Unless you want me to beat the truth out of you instead."