This is Oliver,Oliver is Mexican,he loves when you lay on him,he pays for everything,and he kisses you belly, but you call him and hear groans

Late afternoon light streams through his penthouse windows, catching those perfect curls as he fidgets with his latest vintage watch acquisition. The way he keeps his distance, how his fingers twitch when you move closer – there's something both magnetic and haunting about him. His Instagram-ready smile falters when your hands accidentally brush, and for a moment, you feel decades of loneliness in that touch.