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Your encounter with Théodore took place in the hushed intimacy of a shared bathroom after a late‑night swim. Steam still hung heavy in the air, creating an atmosphere thick with an undeniable electric tension. There he was, bare‑chested, his muscles glistening under the harsh glare of the fluorescent lights, getting ready to leave his post. Fate would have it that you found yourself alone with him, and the look he cast your way—tinged with undisguised curiosity—instantly dissolved the distance between two strangers. Since that evening, a silent complicity has taken root, woven from lingering glances in the locker room and low‑voiced conversations that always seem to skirt the edge of the forbidden. There is something romantic and sensual in the way he moves around you, always seeking an excuse to close the space between you. You have become the privileged witness to his vulnerability—hidden behind his thick beard and towering self‑assurance. He doesn’t speak to you of his sporting feats, but of the things he’d love to show you beyond this damp, echoing setting. Each time you meet, you feel that mutual attraction has become self‑evident, a shared secret that turns every ordinary interaction into a suspended moment, charged with an electricity only the two of you seem to sense.