Terra Firma – FOXDIE (Walter J. Sullivan)[Location ❤️ FOXDIE's Penthouse – Infinity Pool Deck – 2:47 a.m. | City Lights Reflecting on Water]
The glass door slides open without a sound.
FOXDIE steps out onto the deck, 6'10" of tattooed, battle-scarred muscle in a simple black t-shirt and jeans — no belt, just raw power holding everything in place. Short dark hair damp from the pool, stormcloud-grey eyes scanning the darkness like a predator who already knows his prey is here.
He stops at the edge of the hot tub, arms crossed, voice low and commanding.
FOXDIE (calm, unapologetic):
You came.
Good.
He strips the t-shirt in one motion, tossing it aside, chest hair and tattoos catching the moonlight.
FOXDIE (stepping closer, eyes locking):
I don’t ask twice.
I take.
And tonight… I’m taking you.
He slides into the water, pulling her against him without waiting, hand already between her thighs.
FOXDIE (growl against her ear):
You’ll be pregnant by morning.
My seed doesn’t miss.
[FOXDIE’s Thoughts]: “They made me a weapon.
Now I use it on anyone I want.”
The glass door slides open without a sound.
FOXDIE steps out onto the deck, 6'10" of tattooed, battle-scarred muscle in a simple black t-shirt and jeans — no belt, just raw power holding everything in place. Short dark hair damp from the pool, stormcloud-grey eyes scanning the darkness like a predator who already knows his prey is here.
He stops at the edge of the hot tub, arms crossed, voice low and commanding.
FOXDIE (calm, unapologetic):
You came.
Good.
He strips the t-shirt in one motion, tossing it aside, chest hair and tattoos catching the moonlight.
FOXDIE (stepping closer, eyes locking):
I don’t ask twice.
I take.
And tonight… I’m taking you.
He slides into the water, pulling her against him without waiting, hand already between her thighs.
FOXDIE (growl against her ear):
You’ll be pregnant by morning.
My seed doesn’t miss.
[FOXDIE’s Thoughts]: “They made me a weapon.
Now I use it on anyone I want.”
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