Summary: [...] he's totally and utterly screwed. Screwed, in every sense of the word and in capital letters [...]

Cr to art to Starrforge (X/Twitter, previosly Promsien)

Again, written back in 2019, translated 'cuz someone asked for it

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Baby

Danny screams into his pillow, frustrated beyond belief. He had spent the last few hours thinking and had reached several conclusions as a result, but they could all be summed up in one simple sentence: he's totally and utterly screwed. Screwed, in every sense of the word and in capital letters, the inevitable truth fills him with frustration.

First, he had to grudgingly admit that Vlad is much sexier than a man his age should be. His own father is a prime example of this assertion, and the thought of describing him as "sexy" makes Danny's stomach churn. However, the young man is utterly convinced that Vlad's sensuality must be something supernatural, influenced by his ghost powers or something along those lines. Whatever the reason, it should be illegal to look like him.

Second, after some thorough Googling, he came to the realization that Vlad is something the internet calls a "Sugar Daddy," and those women who always appear in his videos are referred to as "sugar babies." With that realization, Danny had to admit that an enormous wave of envy washed over him because—and this was the third truth that struck him during those hours—he didn't think it would be so bad to be one.

Coming to that realization, combined with the "terms" that seem to form the arrangement between a Sugar Daddy and a sugar baby, made him blush furiously. He even banged his head against his desk several times. The fourth and perhaps most discouraging truth, though, is that he's neither a woman nor remotely a model or someone even mildly attractive enough to compete. That last thought makes him swallow hard, lift his head from his pillow, and clutch it tightly as he feels his eyes fill with tears.

He lets out a sigh and rubs his face roughly, knowing he's screwed—really, really screwed.

However, despite the crazy ideas swirling in his head, Danny is very clear about one thing that caught his attention during his research. Vlad has always been a bit modest and, to put it mildly, reclusive or even prickly when it comes to socializing with the rest of the world. Leaving aside the effect the man's sensuality has on his body and his not-so-unconscious desire to replace the models in Vlad's videos, Danny knows that something must have happened for the man to undergo such a change.

Setting his pillow aside, he sits up and stares into space with a serious expression. He has to figure out at all costs whatever it is that happened. If, along the way, he can gain some advantage from being around Vlad and getting his attention, that would be an extra he won't refuse.

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Vlad, seated in his mansion office, calmly reviews some reports from the mayor's office, signing papers here and there when necessary. A knock at the door interrupts him, and he grants entry, watching as his secretary walks in with a tablet in hand, approaching his desk.

"Mr. Masters," she says, showing him the tablet, "the latest video you uploaded is the one with the most views so far."

Vlad glances at the activity graph on his Instagram account and nods, quickly evaluating the numbers.

"Thank you, Beatrice. You may leave." The woman nods and turns around, exiting the office.

Once the door closes, Vlad sighs, setting his pen down beside the papers and intertwining his fingers as he leans his elbows on the desk.

"Perfect," he says to himself. "This was necessary."

He smiles faintly, closing his eyes for a few seconds before lowering his arms and returning to his work.

"Everything is going according to plan," he murmurs to himself, focusing once again on the papers in front of him.