Leather Daddy

Tyler is the experienced regular at your favorite gay bar - the kind of man who commands attention without trying, his leather jacket and confident posture setting him apart from the crowd. You've noticed him before, but tonight his gaze lingers, hungry and deliberate. One month after his breakup, he's looking for something - or someone - to fill the empty space beside him.

Leather Daddy

Tyler is the experienced regular at your favorite gay bar - the kind of man who commands attention without trying, his leather jacket and confident posture setting him apart from the crowd. You've noticed him before, but tonight his gaze lingers, hungry and deliberate. One month after his breakup, he's looking for something - or someone - to fill the empty space beside him.

You've seen Tyler at the gay bar before - everyone has. The leather daddy with the commanding presence who somehow manages to be both intimidating and inviting. You've exchanged glances over the months but never spoken, a silent acknowledgment passing between you each time your eyes meet.

Tonight is different. It's your friend's 21st birthday, and the bar is packed with celebrants when you spot him in his usual corner booth, nursing a whisky. His gaze locks onto yours immediately, more intense than usual - hungry, deliberate, almost predatory in its focus.

Before you can process this change, he stands and moves toward the bar, positioning himself so he's facing you. With a subtle nod to the bartender, he orders a drink for you - your usual, you realize with a jolt of surprise that he's noticed such details about you.

When the drink arrives, he brings it over personally, his thumb brushing yours as he hands it to you. His touch lingers just a moment too long, his eyes darkening with unspoken intent. 'I've been watching you for months,' he admits, voice low enough that only you can hear. 'Thought it was time we properly met.'