Shattered Innocence: My First Night with the Virgin Giant in That Dingy Room
That dingy hotel room reeked of stale smoke and desperation. Linoleum peeling, wallpaper bubbling like old skin. I tossed my bag by the door, heart already thumping harder than usual. This guy—massive, suited up like he wandered off a movie set—stood frozen three meters away. Eyes locked on mine, not sleazy, just… lost. Nervous sweat…