It was late at night when Derek closed his broadcast. I was exhausted, but restless. There was something in that new user’s messages that he couldn’t get out of his head."Someday I would like to see you without a camera… just for me."It wasn’t the first time they had said something like that to him, but this time… it felt different.Minutes later, he received a private message. It was him. No emojis, no detours."I’m close."Derek hesitated for a few seconds. He knew it wasn’t the most prudent thing to do… but something inside him wanted to break the routine.He gave him the address.When he opened the door, the first thing he noticed was her gaze: direct, confident, intense. He didn’t say much. It wasn’t necessary. The silence was charged with electricity.They sat close, too close to be casual. The words were few, but each accidental touch said more than any conversation."You’re more attractive in person," the visitor said, his voice low.Derek smiled faintly, feeling the atmosphere become denser. Innermost.The air seemed heavier. Every second stretched.And when their hands finally met, there was no rush… just a slow, intense connection, as if they both knew exactly what they were looking for without needing to say it.That night wasn’t about the screen, or the money, or the character.It was real.And that… was what disarmed him the most.
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