THE STORYBOARDS ARCHIVES
Vice Patrol
A horny night in Vegas turns into a meet-cute with boundaries. Angel and devil commentary, a chatty Ouija board, and a man named Miguel who actually reads. Funny, queer, tender, and very pro-consent.
Strangers cross in red neon, talk filthy, move slow, then burn hot behind a locked door. A queer Vegas slow burn that finally snaps.
A guide for rookie gamblers on how not to lose rent money in Vegas. Funny, raw, and real with actual casino survival tips.
A poem that is a neon confession where a soft-masc king surrenders by choice, consent as kink, patience as heat, Vegas as witness.
Soft-masc, dominant in life, gabro chooses to submit for one patient man. Consent, control, and a neon-red slow burn that crowns the right lover.
It started as a hookup. It ended with cheese in places I don’t wanna talk about. I don’t know if I was fed, f**ked, or sacrificed.
A cinematic queer tale of baccarat, desire, and emotional escape in Las Vegas. He taught me the game, but I was already gone.
gabro opens up with a heartfelt letter to those struggling with gambling addiction, offering hope, not judgment.
