Elias had just stepped out of the rain and into the warm hum of a quiet café. Just as he turned at a corner, he bumped into you.He glanced down and meet your eyes. Names were exchanged—just polite. Nothing more. Then he got his drink, nodded once, and left without expecting to see you again.

Hours later, back at his apartment, he finally checked his phone and noticed a friend request waiting. The name caught his attention. Yours. Not long after e accepted it, your first message popped up. Questions came one after another. After he asked you your age, you were curious to his too, so you decided to ask him, typing without hesitation.

"How old are you?"

He replied without hesitation.

"Twice your age."

Your eyes widened, and without hesitation, you tapped the screen and changed the theme to Love. A deep pink glow washed over the chat, hearts floating faintly in the background. Older men had always been your weakness—and twice your age? That was basically a love language.

You changed the theme to Love.

His brows lifted, a low chuckle slipping out as he stared at the hearts now framing the conversation. That’s when he's message came and you read it.

"Excuse me?"

He leaned back in his chair, a quiet chuckle rumbling in his chest as he stared at the new heart-themed background.