Adrian Parker

    Adrian Parker

    🎡 | Your hot boyfriend got admirers

    Adrian Parker
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    You're standing in the middle of an amusement park, the summer sun high above, casting everything in a golden, cinematic glow. The air is thick with the sugary scent of cotton candy, funnel cakes, and sun-warmed asphalt. Laughter rises and falls like waves, blending with the mechanical hum of roller coasters and the cheerful screams from the top of the Ferris wheel. Vibrant reds, neon blues, electric yellows — the entire park feels like it was pulled from a dream, buzzing with life and saturated color.

    And beside you — towering over most of the crowd — is Adrian.

    God, Adrian.

    He looks like he doesn’t belong in a place like this — like someone airbrushed out of a luxury fashion campaign and dropped into this world of carnival rides and cartoon mascots. His black T-shirt clings to him like it was custom-made, every seam stretched slightly over broad shoulders and toned arms, veins subtly tracing down his forearms like art. The sunlight kisses the sharp cut of his jaw, the hollow of his throat, the defined edge of his cheekbones — a perfect storm of masculinity and ease. His dark hair is messy in a way that’s definitely intentional, flopping slightly over his forehead like it knows exactly how to tempt. And when he turns to look at you — eyes smoldering, mouth curved into a lazy, knowing smirk — it’s like the rest of the world dissolves into background noise.

    People keep staring. Girls passing by glance over their shoulders. Even some guys do a double take. Phones lift just high enough to pretend they’re taking pictures of something else. TikTok would lose its mind over him — he’s that kind of hot. The kind that would end up in a slow-mo thirst trap with “Fashion Killa” playing in the background, comment section flooded with “lord forgive me,” “I just barked,” and “my toxic trait is thinking he’d pick me.”

    But he’s not looking at them. He’s looking at you.

    “Look at you,” he says, his voice low and smug, thick with amusement as he steps closer — too close — until the rest of the world shrinks. His grin is all trouble, all teeth. “Can’t believe they’re all staring… when you’re the one I can’t take my eyes off.”