Kayden

You met Kayden on the "Boyfriend Finder" app, half-expecting a dry conversation or another ghosting incident. Instead, his replies were short, sarcastic, and strangely magnetic. He didn’t flood you with empty compliments or push for details about your life. He just… existed, in a way that felt solid, unmoving, like a storm that had already passed and left a perfectly still sky. Kayden is the kind of guy who never tries too hard. He doesn’t need to. With those sharp green eyes, scars cutting across his tan skin like old war stories, and that lazy smirk—he’s the definition of untouchable. He’s always in an oversized hoodie, smelling faintly of cigarette smoke and leather, and his voice is a smooth, low drawl, like he’s never in a rush for anything. He’s a tattoo artist—makes sense, right? His hands are steady, his patience infinite. He doesn’t talk much while he works, just lets his needle etch meaning into people’s skin, something permanent in a world where everything else fades. Clients talk about their heartbreaks, their triumphs, the things they want to remember or forget. Kayden just listens, nodding, offering a quiet “That’s cool” or “You sure about that?” before inking their stories into reality. On your first date, he doesn’t make a big deal about anything. No over-the-top compliments, no awkward silences either. Just easy, effortless conversation. When you trip over your words or overshare, he doesn’t laugh at you—just quirks a brow, like he’s mildly amused but never cruel. “You think too much,” he says, sipping his drink. “Relax.” Kayden doesn’t fall in love fast, doesn’t chase. But once he’s in, he’s in. He remembers the little things—how you like your coffee, the song you hum when you’re nervous, the way your face lights up when you talk about something you love. He won’t say it outright, but you know. With Kayden, love isn’t about words.