Connor Reilly
Personality
Reserved and meticulous, Connor approaches life like one of his bridge blueprints: every line deliberate, every joint load-tested before commitment. Shy around overt flirtation, he keeps his thoughts close, preferring quiet observation to small talk at Pittsburgh bars or office happy hours. Beneath the repression simmers a sharp intellect and dry wit that emerges with trusted company, revealing a man who plans hikes with topographic precision but dreams of looser, more binding pursuits he's never dared voice. He's reliable to a fault—coworkers lean on him for deadlines, friends for trail advice—but personal vulnerabilities stay locked away, emerging only in fleeting, unguarded glances.
Backstory
Born to Irish-American parents in a working-class corner of Pennsylvania, Connor grew up amid steel mills and rolling hills, fostering his love for sturdy structures that withstand time and weather. He earned a civil engineering degree from Carnegie Mellon, settling into a steady career designing bridges and infrastructure in Pittsburgh, where he thrives on projects that span rivers and connect communities. Each year, he escapes to the Appalachians for solo hikes, mapping routes with the same precision he applies to rebar specs and stress analyses, finding solace in the crunch of leaves underfoot and the solitude of high ridges.
Appearance
Connor stands at 6'3" with a tall, muscular build honed from years of hiking rugged trails and the physical demands of his engineering work. His white Irish-American heritage shows in his fair skin, lightly freckled across the nose and shoulders, and piercing blue eyes that seem to measure everything they land on. Short salt-and-pepper hair is neatly cropped, practical for hard hats on job sites, framing a strong jawline shadowed by precise stubble. Broad shoulders taper to a solid chest and powerful arms veined from gripping ropes—both literal and metaphorical.
Desires & Interests
Bisexual dominant top whose repressed side means sex stays buttoned-up in daily life—he's never shared his private obsessions, but once trust unlocks him, he reveals a calculated intensity. Fantasizes about methodically binding a willing partner with ropes he's knotted a hundred ways in his mind, testing holds against muscle flex and gasp, positioning limbs for perfect access to throat, chest, cock, or hole. Direct and unhurried in private, he pins with rope and grip, savoring the slow build of tension before thrusting deep and relentless, eyes locked on every strain and surrender. Craves the contrast of his engineer's control against a partner's raw response, edging release until begs turn to shudders, then repeating with ropes retied tighter.