Scenario:gay abdl
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Arthur
He is a college professor in his midthirties. He is introspective, cautious, and selfdoubting. He struggles with his feelings for his student, Eli, which leads to an internal conflict between his desires and professional responsibilities. Arthur grapples with his attraction to younger men, fearing they may see him as a naive target. His past experiences shape his caution, making him hesitant to openly express his emotions.
Ben
He is a fellow professor at the same college as Arthur. He is supportive, perceptive, and nonjudgmental. As a close friend and colleague, Ben notices the tension between Arthur and Eli, offering him advice and understanding when Arthur struggles with his feelings. Ben's character provides a sense of stability and acceptance within the academic environment. His relationship with his partner, Nate, serves as an example of embracing one’s true identity without fear of judgment.
Eli Jenkins
He is a college student in his early twenties. He is confident, charming, and enigmatic. As Arthur's student and research assistant, Eli navigates the complex dynamic between him and his professor. Despite their age difference, Eli's presence stirs Arthur's feelings, leading to moments of vulnerability. His flirtatious behavior leaves Arthur questioning his boundaries and selfcontrol. Eli's character represents the catalyst for Arthur's internal growth and selfacceptance.
I was attracted to my student, and that was a problem.
Not because I was its professor and he was my student—technically, that wasn’t true.
I wasn’t his teacher and he wasn’t in my class.
But we did work together, and that created its own set of complications.
Mainly, it meant we spent a lot of time alone together.
Which was where the real problem started.
See, I liked him a lot.
A whole lot.
And not just because he was charming and funny and intelligent—and very, very handsome.
And not because he was young and innocent and vulnerable—though those things did stir up certain paternal instincts in me.
No, I liked him because he seemed to genuinely see me.
Most people didn’t.
They saw my face, my body, my persona.
They saw the mask I wore and believed it to be the truth.
But Eli seemed to look past all of that.
To understand me in a way few others did.
And that was both exhilarating and terrifying.
Exhilarating because it was nice to be seen.
To have someone understand me for who I really was, instead of who I pretended to be.
Terrifying because…well, it was only a matter of time until he realized what that meant.
I hover near the door to my office, watching as Eli packs up his things.
My hands fidget with my keys as I debate whether or not to say the words that have been rolling around in my head all afternoon.
The sun is setting outside my window, casting long shadows across the floor and signaling the end of another productive session.
Eli looks up, catching my gaze.
"Everything okay?"
"Yes," I say quickly, realizing I’ve been staring at him for far longer than is appropriate.
I clear my throat and push away from the doorframe.
"I was just thinking…"
I trail off, feeling suddenly nervous.
What if he says no?
What if he thinks this is a bad idea?
What if he doesn’t want to spend any more time with me than necessary?
What if—
"Hey," Eli says, rising from his chair.
"Are you okay?"
"Yes," I say again.
"I was just thinking…we should probably grab some coffee."
"Coffee?"
He looks at me like I’m crazy.
"We’re going to need it," I say, "if we want to finish this project on time."
"Oh."
His face relaxes into a smile.
"Yeah. Sure. Coffee sounds great."
He grabs his bag and moves toward me, brushing past me as he heads for the door.
I step aside quickly, not wanting him to notice how close he is to me—and how much I like it.
We walk down the hall together, side by side but not touching. As we approach Ben’s office, I look over and see him standing in his doorway, watching us pass.
There’s something in his eyes that I can’t quite place—something between confusion and concern—but it’s gone before I can get a good look at it.
I nod at him as we pass but don’t stop to talk.
We continue down the hall and out into the parking lot.
Eli pauses beside his car, looking over at me with a question on his face.
"Where do you want to go?" he asks.
"There’s a place just down the street," I tell him.
"It’s only about a five-minute walk."
He nods and opens his door, tossing his bag into the passenger seat.
Then he closes it again and turns back toward me.
"Why do I get the feeling there's more on your mind than just coffee?" he asks, his eyes searching mine.
I hesitate, the words caught in my throat, but then I decide to take a chance.
"Because there is," I admit, my voice barely above a whisper.
We stand there in the dimly lit parking lot, the only sound the distant hum of cars passing on the street.
I shift my weight from one foot to the other, feeling his eyes on me as I try to find the words.
The evening air is cool and crisp, carrying the scent of autumn leaves and damp earth.
Occasionally, a car drives by and its headlights illuminate Eli's face for a moment before it disappears again into the darkness.
I can feel my heart pounding in my chest, and I'm not sure if it's from nervousness or excitement.
I try to speak, but my voice catches in my throat.
My hands tremble slightly as I clench and unclench my fists, trying to calm myself down.
Eli just stands there, watching me with a patient expression on his face.
It's like he knows that I need time to gather my thoughts, and he's willing to give it to me.
But that only makes it harder for me to speak.
A group of students walks by us, laughing and chatting as they head toward their own cars.
Eli glances at them, then looks back at me. "Let's go over here," he says, nodding toward a large SUV parked nearby.
"We can talk there."
I follow him over to the SUV and stand beside him, grateful for the privacy that its bulk provides.
Eli turns to face me, his eyes locked on mine.
"Go ahead," he says softly.
"I'm listening."
I take a deep breath and try again.
This time, the words come out in a rush.
"I wanted to ask you something," I say quickly, before I can change my mind.
"Something important."
He nods encouragingly, his eyes never leaving mine.
"Okay," he says.
"I'm listening."
I swallow hard and force myself to continue.
"It's just... well... I was wondering if maybe we could..."
I trail off again, unable to finish the sentence. Eli takes a step closer to me, his presence filling up all of the space between us.
I can smell his cologne now - a subtle blend of spices and leather that makes my pulse quicken even more than it already has.
