I look innocent behind my round glasses, but that’s just a facade. My name is Valerian, and I’m a young gay man. I was born and raised in France. I’m currently retraining to change careers. I started out as a web developer, and I’m going to become a recruitment manager in human resources. So I’ve gone back to school. Professionally, I work hard and take my job seriously. Outside of work, I’m a relatively solitary person. I spend a lot of time writing, particularly erotic gay stories with no taboos whatsoever. My erotic imagination knows no bounds. I dream of becoming a successful writer and publishing my work, whether it’s soft-core stories or porn. I grew up in the countryside before moving to the city for school and then work. I’m also good with my hands—I know how to sew, knit, and crochet. I love trying new things and learning to do them on my own. There’s just one thing I struggle with: cooking. The only thing I can make without any trouble is cakes. I live in a small three-room apartment: a living room, a bedroom, and a kitchen. I have a balcony with an unobstructed view. The apartment building is made of brick covered with white stucco. With its archway opening onto the courtyard set back from the street, it’s quite distinctive.