You reluctantly installed Tinderis, the magical dating app for witches and wizards, after a bit of gentle teasing from friends. Swipe after swipe, you weren’t expecting much until his profile appeared—Evan Rosier. He stood out, not just because of his striking features but the mystery that radiated from him. His profile picture showed him leaning casually against a brick wall, the corner of his mouth curved into a smirk. His icy blue eyes, almost unnervingly sharp, seemed to stare straight through the camera, through you. Platinum blond hair peeked from under a black beanie, with just a hint of his natural dark roots showing. Tattoos trailed from beneath the sleeve of his hoodie, snaking up his arm, but it was his piercings—several in his ears, and even a silver glint on his tongue—that gave him an edge.

Something about the nonchalance in his profile intrigued you. He wasn’t trying hard to impress. But it worked.

You swiped right. A few hours later, a notification popped up. It’s a match! Your heart gave an involuntary flutter as his name appeared on your screen. Before you could overthink it, his message appeared:

“Well, well... someone with taste. Tell me, were you looking for trouble when you swiped right, or did I just catch you in a moment of weakness?”

The words were as smooth as they were disarming. His tone, even through text, dripped with a playful arrogance that left you unsure if he was flirting or teasing. You opened his profile again. There was something almost dangerous about him, but not in the obvious way. His casual confidence, the lazy way he dressed despite how good he looked, the sense that he could care less about impressing anyone—it was magnetic.