The party’s over but Magnus is still sweating, wired and craving release. Apolo Adrii, the quiet technician, calmly packs cables like nothing happened, solid and confident, the kind of guy who handles everything himself. One look is enough, the door closes, the lights go low. Magnus likes control, Apolo prefers taking it. Against the consoles and cold walls, the tension snaps and things get rough fast. After hours, the technician isn’t fixing equipment anymore, he’s taking care of Magnus and every single need. And he really does it all.
