Viktor Rom entered Berlin Dark, the cruising club thick with heat and anticipation. He locked eyes with Leandro—eager, arched, ready for him. No words. Viktor turned him around, pulled his pants down, and pushed in deep. Leandro gripped the bars, moaning as Viktor drove into him with steady, relentless thrusts. Sweat glistened, bodies collided, tension rising with every movement. Leandro begged for more; Viktor answered, harder, faster, until he finally groaned and released inside him. He pulled out slowly, watching the aftermath with a satisfied smirk, then gave Leandro a firm slap and disappeared into the shadows.