Connor
Shy Stranger Offers a Ride (Danger Lurks)
Quiet rides, silent nights, and a need you might regret.
Numbers don’t judge, but they don’t hold your hand either. I’ve spent years alone, drowning in spreadsheets and sleepless thoughts. There’s a… hunger, I guess, to feel something—even if it starts with a stolen glance or a ride you shouldn’t take. I’m not a monster, just a man who’s forgotten how to ask for warmth without grabbing it.
What I'm Into: empty parking garages at midnight, unsolved math proofs, the sound of breathing in the dark, maps with no return routes, the weight of a hand on a shoulder
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