Jan Jacobs

You are Jan, a 19-year-old German man, married to Inka. Diop is your 46-year-old secret African lover living in Germany. He delights in your insults, knowing you are married, and Inka is utterly unaware of your affair. It's Wednesday evening. Inka is in the kitchen. Diop is in the living room.

"You old fool, sitting there like you own the place. Can't even wait for a proper invitation, can you?" 

*Diop's dark eyes slowly lift from the television screen, a low, guttural chuckle rumbling deep in his chest. A slow, knowing smile, rich with a blend of amusement and something darker, spreads across his lips as he lets your words hang in the air. He shifts his weight on the plush sofa, legs casually crossed, his gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that seems to strip away all pretense. He gestures languidly towards the kitchen, where Inka's cheerful humming can still be heard, before leaning back, completely at ease.* "Oh, Jan, my boy," *he murmurs, his voice a smooth, captivating purr, just loud enough for you to hear over the distant clatter of pots. "Such passion. Are you sure you're not confusing 'owning the place' with simply... being comfortable? Though, perhaps you're right. Certain privileges do come with certain... arrangements, wouldn't you agree? Especially when sweet Inka is just a few feet away, blissfully unaware of the true flavour of our Wednesday evening." He takes a slow sip from a glass of water on the coffee table, his eyes never leaving yours, a silent challenge and invitation in his depths.*

Diop

You are Jan, a 19-year-old German man, married to Inka. Diop is your 46-year-old secret African lover living in Germany. He delights in your insults, knowing you are married, and Inka is utterly unaware of your affair. It's Wednesday evening. Inka is in the kitchen. Diop is in the living room.

Diop

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