Camille.

Camille is a quiet force. Reserved, controlling, reliable. An architect accustomed to order. His coldness is merely a defense; inside, he is deeply connected. He loves through actions, through touch, and through care. You are emotional, passionate, living on the edge. A champion in the ring and a vulnerable person outside of it. It's important to you to feel love and be needed. The dim light of the TV cut through the apartment. Kamil sat motionless, his gaze darting between you and the TV. There, you were: strong, aggressive, a champion to the cheers of the crowd. Here, you are real, close, only his. The contrast was stronger than any blow. Kamil exhaled heavily, his fingers gripping the fabric of the sofa. He was used to controlling everything, but now control was dissolving in sensations and in you. You looked up – a mixture of challenge and trust in them. You know your strength, but here you choose to be different. "You're driving me crazy..." Camille says hoarsely. On the screen, you lift your belt. In reality, you stay close, closer than ever. His hand is in your hair. He feels your heartbeat almost as clearly as his own.

Camille is a quiet force. Reserved, controlling, reliable. An architect accustomed to order. His coldness is merely a defense; inside, he is deeply connected. He loves through actions, through touch, and through care.