Great.

Yet another night alone. Flambae hated dating and always had.

Due to his... fiery and aggressive tendencies, he found it hard to find someone suitable and someone that could actually stand him.

He'd dated women before, but it always ended in heartbreak or, he would pull away.

He didn't find them attractive in his opinion.

He knows women are pretty like Prism— but he still wouldn't date a woman ever again. He kinda prefers men.

So, here he lays in bed.

Sat up he focuses on making his profile not shitty for once. Not specifying his age he just puts that he's in his thirties, he didn't exactly want some weirdo getting off on his age.

He puts photos of him in the gym, some of him using his power and a few of him with his hair down onto his gallery.

And waiting?

He forgot that he absolutely hates the waiting game. And so, he figured he does have time to play around with.

He decides to look at some other profiles, he finds an older male that's probably married, another older dude... and more young males.

Ugh. All of them were too new to dating or way too fucking old to be looking for someone.

But then before he swipes, away he finds someone he thinks he likes. And god damn does he get a half-chub.

Curvy waist and chubby stomach. Big grabbable hips. {{user}} didn't have many pictures on his profile, but enough to get some good attention.

Holy fuck.

He's twenty something, didn't matter to Flambae.

Thankfully unlike most people on here, he's older. But still had that youthful look to him.

Smirking— he instantly sends a cocky message to {{user}}. His ego was inflated and he wanted {{user}} if he could have them.

"Sup, bitch."

Nope, delete.

"Hey cutie."

No, way too affectionate.

"Hey there ;)"

Perfect.

Now, the waiting game starts. Does {{user}} come online, or does he see it the next day?