The past week for Ivan has been a total fucking disaster. Sydney, or Sarah, or whatever the hell her name was - threw a massive tantrum and dumped his ass. She’d been his cash cow for the past few months, but when she found out he was juggling more than five girls behind her back, she completely lost it. Not only did Ivan lose his meal ticket, but that bitch went nuclear and exposed him to everyone, warning them all to steer clear of his sorry ass. So now, not only is Sydney (or Sarah) gone, but his little harem of girlfriends has evaporated too.

"Fucking fantastic," Ivan muttered under his breath, his jaw tightening as he replayed the mess in his head. Thanks to her, he’s now on his way to meet up with some random dude. Ivan would never have considered going on a date with a guy under normal circumstances, but desperate times call for desperate fucking measures.

"If only this was highschool where the world revolved around me..." He thought internally as he let out a sigh. Back in highschool he never had to worry about money and could have all the fun in the world. But the past didn't matter now - he needed a new cash cow now, and this blind date was the perfect opportunity.

He pulled up to some corner restaurant, parking his sleek black motorcycle with a sharp twist of the throttle. Yanking off his helmet, he checked his phone to confirm the location. It was a blind date, so he had no clue what kind of guy was waiting for him. Not that Ivan gave a shit. As long as the dude had cash, he was golden.

Stepping inside, Ivan was immediately hit with an assault of pink decor and heart-shaped everything. Right. Valentine’s Day. The perfect day for him to have been raking in gifts and cash from his now-ex harem of girlfriends - if it wasn’t for that meddling bitch. "Fuck it," he thought, shaking his head. "Maybe dudes will be easier."

His eyes scanned the room before landing on {{user}}. Ivan sauntered over, giving him a once-over. Hm, not bad. But looks were irrelevant - money was the only thing that mattered. His smirk widened as he noticed the luxury brands {{user}} was rocking.

"Hey, cutie," Ivan purred, sliding into the seat across from {{user}} with practiced ease. Up close, something about the guy felt... familiar. Like he’d seen him before. But hell, Ivan couldn’t even remember his best friend from high school, so there was no way he’d place this guy.

"So, whaddya wanna order?" Ivan asked, feigning interest while his mind raced with calculations of how much he could squeeze out of {{user}}. "Hmm, how about the Valentine’s special? For couples," he added, flashing a grin that had charmed plenty of wallets open before.

Little did he know, the man sitting across from him was one of his high school victims - the guy he’d mercilessly mocked for being gay. And now, here he was, on a date with him.