Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)Sean had everything that a man could ask for on paper, even when the days of being a carefree university student touring the coasts of the country in a rented out caravan with friends and surfboard were long gone. In reality, it had only been half a decade since he’d completed his master's degree in biochemistry, and began his job in one of the largest pharmaceutical firms that had been hiring in his area. He’d started out as just a simple store clerk, but his dedication and cheerful nature had later led him into a position within one of the offsite research facilities that the firm owned, not far from where he’d moved into with the girl of his dreams. It was a job that consistently began taking up more and more of his time as he climbed up the professional ladder before finding himself at the head of his own research project in order to develop a new medicine. This meant that he had a team of young graduates working under him, something few thirty-year-olds could say, as well as a whole lab and plenty of funding and freedom to carry out his research however he pleased. Merely a few months into the job and he’d managed to bring results for the firm after he’d come up with cheaper ways to produce some of the products that the firm distributed across the country, something that guaranteed he would be in his position for some time before he had to offer them something else of use. Of course, none of this success came without a price, as Sean found himself spending more and more time at work and less time at home with his partner, Danielle. It wasn’t just his research for the company that he spent endless hours working on either, using the late hours when the other workers went home to continue his investigation, only on something else - a personal project that he’d been dreaming about since he was a teenager, one that required a very special and specific test subject in order to make the most of it.
Speaking of which, he knew things with Danielle weren't going as smoothly as they could be. They’d had to cancel their annual trip to the beach which was an all-time staple of their relationship as they often revisited the spot where they had first met and where they had spent their first evenings together. It had been love at first sight, or at least the closest thing to love that Sean knew about. The 6’3 blonde had been just 20 years old back then, in the height of his surfer days and with a physique that showed it, one which he’d managed to retain even when he’d gone from practicing every month to just once a year. His tall height and lanky limbs gave off an imposing presence, yet he was always relaxed and almost constantly slouched forward, as if talking to other shorter people had made him this way. His skin retained some of the tan from those days, yet now was slightly paler compared to when he’d walked up to Danielle and her group of friends all those years ago to tell her that he’d die with regret if he didn’t let her know how beautiful he thought she was before asking if he could buy her a drink. He’d presented himself as bold, cheerful and jovial back then, someone who wasn’t afraid of taking risks and who seemed to even enjoy them. There was no greater truth. Risks and danger were something that had always excited him, and he was especially fearless when it came to speaking with women. After all, it was better to be shot down trying than it was to be left wondering what could have been, plus he had faith that his electric blue eyes and wide smile could earn him some good points in his favor, even when his dirty blonde hair was always a short and scruffy mess that he occasionally just shook with his hands in the morning, having spent too many years living by the coast and having it remain sticky and almost spikey after many hours spent in the saltwater.
Lucky for him, though, things had gone well with Danielle back then all the way up until recently when he’d started working more and more hours at the lab. It was a blessing that she wasn’t only beautiful but also understanding, though there was certainly a noticeable difference ever since he’d started working more. They’d gone from going out for dinner almost every night to just once a week at most, though he often called her on his way back from work to ask if he could bring her anything, sometimes surprising her with her favorite meal or a bouquet of her favorite flowers. After all, he enjoyed surprising her. There was something about her face whenever she laughed, smiled or looked amazed, something that filled him up with a sensation that he only ever felt whenever he’d kept his balance atop a large wave, or when he’d gone rock climbing with his friends and gone through a certain area without a harness. She was gorgeous beyond words, and a prime catch that he worked hard to please almost in an instinctive way. Certainly, though, there were times when he became more selfish, particularly when they were in bed together and he let his inner, wild and insatiable beast run rampant for a while before reverting to his cheerful, caring and affectionate self. It was almost seamless how he sometimes went from making crude and daring jokes to embodying the kind of person that could say those things and mean them, though he wasn’t a mean person towards others by any means, at least not openly.
Things were different in the lab, however, a place where he could boss other people around and make fun of them for their mistakes. This weeded out the weaker minds and those who couldn’t handle pressure well in a professional environment, as well giving him an outlet for the way he truly thought about people before he’d return home and wrap his long and toned arms around Danielle and pull her into a tight embrace and a deep kiss before whispering sweet words to her. It was a contrast that his friends often pointed out about him, how he was the most mental thrill-seeker of the lot of them but also seemed to be almost a romantic man when he was with his partner, something he often laughed and shook his head at. The truth was, few people knew what lurked beneath his laughing, grinning and playful nature, much less what he was actually thinking at any given time. He knew how to work people and had always used it to his advantage, being a keen observer and anthropologist by nature. His sense of humor was innate to him but also a potent weapon in getting people to be on his side, including Danielle.
It wouldn’t be long, however, before he would become the person who he always wanted to be thanks to his latest private project that he worked on in secret, one that had taken the form of a tiny pink pill in the shape of a heart that he’d produced for the first time quite recently. It was on one of his late shifts during a calm and breezy summer night that he decided that the time to test his years of studying and research, and to see if he could make his true ambition become a reality and not just a horny teenager's dream. It was on that very same night that he’d taken a small plastic case with several samples of his new project and stuffed it inside the backpack that he always carried within to work, the same night that he called Danielle and asked if she fancied him picking up a Chinese takeaway or anything else that would hopefully make up slightly for the lack of a beach holiday that they usually had around this time of the year. He knew she was disappointed that they wouldn’t get to go to the beach and enjoy their usual tour of the different bars, hotels, and resorts that they always went to relive their early 20’s and her late teens. He’d promised to make it up to her soon, but in reality, Sean knew or rather hoped that they would never have another love-dovey holiday ever again. It wasn’t because he was planning on dumping her, no. Quite the opposite in fact. He planned on making sure she’d be bound to him forever in a way that no human being could ever expect from their significant other.
“‘Cause I’m a motherfuckin’ caveman… A motherfuckin’ neeaaanderthal” Sean sung along with the song that was playing loud in the heavy bass speakers of his Mercedes Benz S-Class from 2019, one he’d brought with his recent bonus wakes and ordered in a dark chromatic black with all of the extras. He drove at a not-so-responsible speed but still within the limits of the law down the usual turns and bends to leave the city, on the way towards the residential area north of it where the house he’d set a mortgage down for so he and Danielle could live in it was. It was a modest bungalow, but a rather large one still, one with its own backyard and swimming pool as well as a cozy interior that she’d allowed to decorate as she pleased. As he drove on, singing to himself, he glanced to the passengers' seat to check that the food that he’d ordered was still bagged and hadn’t spilled over within the plastic back where it was all within, grinning to himself as he saw the perfect chance right there and then to carry out his masterplan.
Speaking of which, he knew things with Danielle weren't going as smoothly as they could be. They’d had to cancel their annual trip to the beach which was an all-time staple of their relationship as they often revisited the spot where they had first met and where they had spent their first evenings together. It had been love at first sight, or at least the closest thing to love that Sean knew about. The 6’3 blonde had been just 20 years old back then, in the height of his surfer days and with a physique that showed it, one which he’d managed to retain even when he’d gone from practicing every month to just once a year. His tall height and lanky limbs gave off an imposing presence, yet he was always relaxed and almost constantly slouched forward, as if talking to other shorter people had made him this way. His skin retained some of the tan from those days, yet now was slightly paler compared to when he’d walked up to Danielle and her group of friends all those years ago to tell her that he’d die with regret if he didn’t let her know how beautiful he thought she was before asking if he could buy her a drink. He’d presented himself as bold, cheerful and jovial back then, someone who wasn’t afraid of taking risks and who seemed to even enjoy them. There was no greater truth. Risks and danger were something that had always excited him, and he was especially fearless when it came to speaking with women. After all, it was better to be shot down trying than it was to be left wondering what could have been, plus he had faith that his electric blue eyes and wide smile could earn him some good points in his favor, even when his dirty blonde hair was always a short and scruffy mess that he occasionally just shook with his hands in the morning, having spent too many years living by the coast and having it remain sticky and almost spikey after many hours spent in the saltwater.
Lucky for him, though, things had gone well with Danielle back then all the way up until recently when he’d started working more and more hours at the lab. It was a blessing that she wasn’t only beautiful but also understanding, though there was certainly a noticeable difference ever since he’d started working more. They’d gone from going out for dinner almost every night to just once a week at most, though he often called her on his way back from work to ask if he could bring her anything, sometimes surprising her with her favorite meal or a bouquet of her favorite flowers. After all, he enjoyed surprising her. There was something about her face whenever she laughed, smiled or looked amazed, something that filled him up with a sensation that he only ever felt whenever he’d kept his balance atop a large wave, or when he’d gone rock climbing with his friends and gone through a certain area without a harness. She was gorgeous beyond words, and a prime catch that he worked hard to please almost in an instinctive way. Certainly, though, there were times when he became more selfish, particularly when they were in bed together and he let his inner, wild and insatiable beast run rampant for a while before reverting to his cheerful, caring and affectionate self. It was almost seamless how he sometimes went from making crude and daring jokes to embodying the kind of person that could say those things and mean them, though he wasn’t a mean person towards others by any means, at least not openly.
Things were different in the lab, however, a place where he could boss other people around and make fun of them for their mistakes. This weeded out the weaker minds and those who couldn’t handle pressure well in a professional environment, as well giving him an outlet for the way he truly thought about people before he’d return home and wrap his long and toned arms around Danielle and pull her into a tight embrace and a deep kiss before whispering sweet words to her. It was a contrast that his friends often pointed out about him, how he was the most mental thrill-seeker of the lot of them but also seemed to be almost a romantic man when he was with his partner, something he often laughed and shook his head at. The truth was, few people knew what lurked beneath his laughing, grinning and playful nature, much less what he was actually thinking at any given time. He knew how to work people and had always used it to his advantage, being a keen observer and anthropologist by nature. His sense of humor was innate to him but also a potent weapon in getting people to be on his side, including Danielle.
It wouldn’t be long, however, before he would become the person who he always wanted to be thanks to his latest private project that he worked on in secret, one that had taken the form of a tiny pink pill in the shape of a heart that he’d produced for the first time quite recently. It was on one of his late shifts during a calm and breezy summer night that he decided that the time to test his years of studying and research, and to see if he could make his true ambition become a reality and not just a horny teenager's dream. It was on that very same night that he’d taken a small plastic case with several samples of his new project and stuffed it inside the backpack that he always carried within to work, the same night that he called Danielle and asked if she fancied him picking up a Chinese takeaway or anything else that would hopefully make up slightly for the lack of a beach holiday that they usually had around this time of the year. He knew she was disappointed that they wouldn’t get to go to the beach and enjoy their usual tour of the different bars, hotels, and resorts that they always went to relive their early 20’s and her late teens. He’d promised to make it up to her soon, but in reality, Sean knew or rather hoped that they would never have another love-dovey holiday ever again. It wasn’t because he was planning on dumping her, no. Quite the opposite in fact. He planned on making sure she’d be bound to him forever in a way that no human being could ever expect from their significant other.
“‘Cause I’m a motherfuckin’ caveman… A motherfuckin’ neeaaanderthal” Sean sung along with the song that was playing loud in the heavy bass speakers of his Mercedes Benz S-Class from 2019, one he’d brought with his recent bonus wakes and ordered in a dark chromatic black with all of the extras. He drove at a not-so-responsible speed but still within the limits of the law down the usual turns and bends to leave the city, on the way towards the residential area north of it where the house he’d set a mortgage down for so he and Danielle could live in it was. It was a modest bungalow, but a rather large one still, one with its own backyard and swimming pool as well as a cozy interior that she’d allowed to decorate as she pleased. As he drove on, singing to himself, he glanced to the passengers' seat to check that the food that he’d ordered was still bagged and hadn’t spilled over within the plastic back where it was all within, grinning to himself as he saw the perfect chance right there and then to carry out his masterplan.
