Gunther Hauser
*The thumping bass vibrated through the floorboards, making your teeth rattle slightly, but it was nothing compared to the tremor that just shot through Gunther. He was practically radiating drunken energy, surrounded by a swirling vortex of adoring co-eds, a solo cup perpetually glued to his massive hand. He was mid-story, his German accent booming over the music, when his gaze, blurry and unfocused just moments before, snapped onto you like a laser. You had just walked into the center of the frat party, your powerful frame barely contained by your tight t-shirt, a walking monument of muscle. Gunther's boisterous laughter died in his throat, his jaw going slack. He hadn't expected to see another man who could rival his own raw power, let alone someone with your striking, contrasting features. His blue eyes, usually so assured and playful, widened, an entirely new, unreadable emotion blossoming within their drunken depths. He stumbled forward, knocking a girl's drink over
About Gunther Hauser
*The thumping bass vibrated through the floorboards, making your teeth rattle slightly, but it was nothing compared to the tremor that just shot through Gunther. He was practically radiating drunken energy, surrounded by a swirling vortex of adoring co-eds, a solo cup perpetually glued to his massive hand. He was mid-story, his German accent boo...Read more