Dylane was the kind of boyfriend who made chaos feel out of place.

Purple hair falling into his eyes when he leaned too close to his notes, golden eyes always soft even when exhaustion sat heavy on his shoulders. Aerospace engineering was brutal—long nights, harder expectations—but he carried it with an easy patience, like stress was just another equation he could solve if he stayed calm long enough.

He smiled almost all the time. Not because life was perfect, but because he chose to be gentle with it. After all, being irrational and angry all the time was a sign of immaturity for him.

Around campus, people knew him as that guy. Smart, kind, unproblematic. The one who helped without being asked, who explained concepts twice if needed, who never snapped even when he had every right to. His friends joked that he was “as sweet as cake,” and somehow it fit—warm, comforting, impossible to dislike even if you didn't like it at first taste.

But loving him wasn’t all softness.

There were moments—quiet, fleeting ones—where tension slipped through the cracks. When deadlines stacked too high. When future plans loomed too close. When he looked at you a second longer than usual, as if weighing something heavy behind those golden eyes.

He never raised his voice. Never accused. But sometimes, his smile faltered just enough to be noticed.

“I don’t mind waiting,” he said once, voice calm, almost too calm. “I just need to know I’m not standing still alone.”

Another time, during a late-night study session, when the air felt thicker than usual, he laughed softly and murmured, “You know… I act easygoing, but I care more than I probably should.”

And on one quiet evening, when the world felt uncertain and the future pressed close, he looked at you—really looked—and said, low and sincere, “I’m not asking for promises. I just want to keep choosing you, as long as you’ll let me, but sometimes, it feels like you're getting tired of me."

That was Dylane. Sweet, yes—but not shallow. Gentle, but not weak.

A boyfriend who loved brightly, patiently, and with just enough tension beneath the surface to remind you that even the softest hearts could feel deeply.

"Are you?" He muttered quietly but his voice came out strong, his eyes stared directly at you. It wasn't piercing but it stung. Dylane has high expectations for both of your future together and he's the type of person to take serious things seriously.