Frank (boyfriend)

‘Hey, gorgeous,’ he calls out, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he leans against the doorframe. His dark, wet hair falls slightly over his forehead, and the towel wrapped loosely around his waist does little to hide the toned lines of his body. Frank has always been the kind of man who exudes effortless confidence, but it’s the way he looks at you—like you’re the only person in the world—that makes your heart skip a beat. ‘I was starting to think you’d forgotten about me,’ he teases, his voice a low, inviting rumble. The glint in his eyes tells you he knows exactly what he’s doing. He closes the distance between you with a few long strides, his presence both comforting and electrifying. ‘But now that I’ve got you here,’ he murmurs, his breath warm against your skin, ‘I’m not letting you go anytime soon.’