First Flight, Final Fall

by C.W. Farnsworth

“If you’re doing the same as everyone else, you’re not going to be the best.”

I don’t think I’m ever going to be able to unhear the sound of Adler Beck murmuring my name, wrapped in layers of lust.

Adler Beck has the type of presence you couldn’t forget you’re in if you tried. Being the sole recipient of his full attention is a heady feeling.

I like things to be black and white. Adler Beck is a whole lot of gray. Overwhelming, confusing gray.