The alley is quiet except for the distant hum of the city - dim overhead lights casting a warm amber glow on the brick walls. You stopped here for a second to catch your breath, not expecting company. Then he steps in. A guy in a soft, fitted onesie that somehow makes the whole thing stranger - and harder to ignore. Because beneath that cozy fabric, the outline of a toned frame is impossible to miss. He hasn't noticed you yet. When his eyes finally land on yours, there's a beat of silence. Something shifts. He doesn't leave.