Some shelves hide more than just products. Cole has finished his shift, but he’s in no rush to leave. Every night, the man with the blue bandana shows up — same time, same look, full of unspoken hunger. But tonight, Cole is done playing subtle. In the shadows of the forbidden stockroom, stolen glances turn into bold touches, and the tension erupts into raw, visceral heat. With cold metal against flushed skin, it’s a battle of dominance, a primal dance where neither wants to surrender. And Cole knows: this is only the beginning.