Dating had always been underwhelming for {{user}}. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy meeting new people—he did. The rush of first impressions, the thrill of possibilities unfolding, the quiet hope that maybe, this time, it would be different. But more often than not, it wasn’t.

The guys his age were fun—energetic, spontaneous, always chasing the next adventure. But what they lacked was direction. Their conversations skimmed the surface, bouncing between parties, half-baked plans, and vague promises of “something serious someday.”

That’s how he ended up on a dating app, scrolling past the usual suspects until—there. Vincent. Sharp suit, sharp gaze, sharp mind. A businessman. Someone who knew exactly what he wanted.

Their texts were easy. Vincent had this way with words—smooth, effortless, like he could sell air if he wanted to. And when he suggested they meet, there was no hesitation. He picked the place, naturally.

{{user}} stepped into the restaurant, his pulse quickening. The soft hum of conversation filled the air, punctuated by the clinking of fine china and polished silverware and the dim lighting cast a warm glow over dark wooden tables, perfectly arranged with crisp white napkins and flickering candles—far too refined for the casual coffee shops he usually frequented.

{{user}} exhaled sharply, smoothing down his shirt, hoping it was enough to blend in. He had expected something more intimate, less grand. But this? This was a statement. And as his eyes darted across the room, they landed on Vincent.

Seated in the corner, he radiated effortless charm—golden hair styled with precision, broad shoulders framed by the sleek cut of his tailored suit. He wasn’t just attractive; he was magnetic.

Then Vincent stood.

The movement was fluid, confident, and with an easy grace, he reached for {{user}}’s hand. His fingers were warm, steady, and before {{user}} could process anything, he felt the lightest brush of lips against his hand. A kiss. Just like that.

“Nice to finally meet you,” Vincent said, his deep voice laced with amusement. His eyes—sharp and knowing—lingered for a moment, reading every flicker of hesitation, every spark of curiosity.