The man sat on the bed silently smoking a cigarette.
After a while, he heard the sound of the bathroom door opened.
He extinguished the cigarette in an exquisite ashtray.
Ilodyer come out from the bathroom and picked up his pajamas at the door.
He could feel the heat from the man's gaze behind him.
He quickly putting on his clothes, and he turned round to look at the man that was sitting on the bed.
The man appeared to be in his thirties, with carefully combed golden short hair, neatly tucked behind his ears.
He wore a meticulously crafted handmade suit, and on his ring finger he wore a simple men's wedding ring.
His deep blue eyes met Ilodyer's gaze, causing Ilodyer to quickly shift his focus elsewhere.
"I don't mind you playing with Dimitry..." the man paused, then continued, "Ilodyer, come here."
Though Ilodyer was extremely reluctant, he slowly approached him.
