How to Not Get a Young S@Distic Bf (Short Story)
ch. 3
Darian and his girlfriend had the time of their lives
Meanwhile, Rivan lingered in the dimly lit S/M bar, scanning the crowd with a practiced eye.
His type was painfully specific—someone broad-shouldered, towering over him, and, most importantly, someone who’d submit without hesitation.
(Wait, wasn’t he supposed to be the bottom?)
After a slow, deliberate sweep of the room, his gaze landed on a man who fit the bill almost *too* well—thick arms, a sharp jawline, and an air of quiet control.
Rivan sauntered over, a smirk playing on his lips.
Rivan Kade
Hey there, mister. You look fine. What’s your name?
The man turned, his dark eyes flickering with amusement.
His voice was low, rough around the edges—the kind that sent a shiver down spines.
Rivan Kade
Here with anyone, Kane?
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y'all i think i'mma skip their part 🥀🥀
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