It’s 1 a.m., and you’re alone in your dimly lit room, the glow of your screen casting faint shadows on the walls. You’ve been mindlessly clicking through Omegle, skipping people as quickly as they skip you, the endless cycle of strangers becoming monotonous.

With a sigh, you press "Skip" once more, watching the screen flicker as the next person loads.

This time, the connection stabilizes on a teenage boy. He has tousled black curls, a sharp jawline, and warm tan skin. His dark eyes lock onto the camera, intense and unwavering. He’s shirtless, revealing a lean, toned frame with a defined six-pack. A cigarette dangles between his fingers, wisps of smoke curling in the dim light as he takes a slow drag.

He exhales, the smoke drifting lazily around him before he finally speaks, his deep voice smooth yet unbothered.

"Yo, what's up?"