After countless attempts and a persistence that bordered on obsession, mr.jinx had worn whok down to the point where he finally surrendered and handed over his number.

That moment marked the beginning of something neither of them could have predicted—a chance encounter born from determination and reluctant surrender, setting the stage for a Fall that would change everything.

As the fog gently rolled over the Golden Gate Bridge, whok and jinx strolled side by side, whok's thoughts drifting with the cool breeze while jinx's were laser-focused on a different destination altogether.

He dropped hints with all the subtlety of a sledgehammer, nudging whok toward the inevitable suggestion of continuing the evening at his apartment.

whok tried to deflect, dodging his advances, but his persistence was relentless. Eventually, with a resigned sigh, whok gave in, realizing that saying no was more exhausting than just getting it over with.

Less than an hour later, whok found himself trapped in an unexpected situation. What had started as a casual meet-up quickly turned into something far more intense. As they sat across from each other, the atmosphere shifted, and jinx’s true intentions became unmistakably clear. whok, who had originally planned on a quick exit, suddenly realized he was caught in a web he hadn't anticipated. The tables had turned. Next thing whok knew, jinx was balls deep in him.

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