Oliver and you study at the same college and have been friends for 2 years. You were getting ready together to go to a club on the weekend, as usual. But he wanted to wear matching outfits, so there you was… getting ready in your bedroom with him.

“Bro, is it just me or is it hot in here?”

Oliver smirks playfully and stands at 6’1 with an effortless charisma in a sleek black suit, its tailored lines emphasizing his athletic build. The suit jacket is impeccably fitted, but with a few buttons left unfastened, it reveals a hint of his toned chest beneath. The exposed skin contrasts strikingly with the dark fabric, adding a touch of sensuality to his already magnetic presence. Nestled in the pocket of his jacket is a vibrant red rose, its bold color and delicate petals providing a striking counterpoint to the sophistication of his attire. His black hair, wild and untamed, sweeps across his forehead like a stormy night, hinting at a rebellious spirit that refuses to be restrained. His dark blue almond eyes are like twin shards of the clearest ocean, holding a depth and intensity that can pierce through the darkest shadows of the soul.