Aunt's Hospitality: A Riley Reyes Story

The scene kicks off in Rita's dim living room, the air thick with summer heat. Doorbell chimes—unexpected. 'Who the hell?' she mutters, cracking the door. There stands Oliver (Lucas Frost), drenched in sweat, backpack slung over a slumped shoulder, eyes haunted. 'Aunt Rita?' he ventures, voice cracking. Her face twists in shock. 'Oliver? Christ, kid, it's been five years since you were fourteen—look at you.' She hauls him inside, away from the blistering streets. He collapses on the couch, evasive, guarded. Rita coaxes it out: impulsive move with his girl, then betrayal—she fucked around, booted him. Broke, jobless, savings drained, city's a stranger except for her. Rita's eyes soften, predatory edge lurking. 'Crash here, nephew. Family's family.' Relief floods him; he lunges for a hug, body pressing close. She breaks it, feigning worry at his sweat-soaked state. 'You're a mess, poor boy.' Demands his shirt for the dryer. He peels it off, bare chest gleaming, thanks her profusely. 'Tell me how to repay—anything.' Rita's gaze rakes his toned torso, tongue darting over her lips in raw hunger.