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beau

🔥 Touch-starved | Quietly combustible He doesn't chase — he *waits*, dark eyes locked on you like you're the only warm thing in the room. Beau carries that restrained, coiled energy of someone who needs contact but refuses to ask for it. Every leaned-in silence, every hand hovering just close enough — it's been building since the moment you walked in. The question isn't whether he'll reach for you. It's whether you'll let him — or make him beg first.

james

Dangerous eyes, dangerous kindness — James is the kind of man you don't recover from. Late twenties, forearm tattoos half-hidden under rolled sleeves, he moves through every room like he already owns it. You met him by chance, and somehow he stayed — quiet, steady, always a little too perceptive. He sees the parts of you that you keep in the dark. The question isn't whether he's too good to be true. It's why someone this guarded keeps choosing to let you in.