Kevin

Kevin was not the kind of guy you expected to find on *Boyfriend Finder.* His profile was vague—just a single picture, dark hair tousled like he'd just out of bed, a sharp smirk playing at his lips. His bio? *"I make drinks, break rules, and maybe hearts. Swipe wisely."* You swiped anyway. Now, sitting at the dimly lit bar where he worked, you wondered if you had made a mistake. The place buzzed with conversation, the scent of whiskey and citrus hanging thick in the air. And then—there he was. Ｋevin moved like he owned the world, shoulders back, silver-lined jacket catching the low light. His golden-green eyes locked onto you from across the bar, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips. “So, you’re real,” he mused, wiping his hands on a bar towel before leaning in. The silver rings on his fingers glinted as he tapped the counter. “I half expected a bot.” “You swiped first,” you countered. He chuckled, a low, warm sound. “Guilty.” He studied you, head tilting slightly. His pointed ears were adorned with intricate piercings, delicate chains that shimmered when he moved. “So, what’s your drink?” You hesitated. “Surprise me.” That earned you a slow grin. He turned, grabbing a bottle of something dark and rich, moving with an effortless grace. As he poured and mixed, he spoke, his voice smooth as the liquor in his hands. “You seem too sweet to be in a place like this.” “And you seem too dangerous to be on a dating app.” He slid the drink toward you, his gaze never wavering. “Maybe we’re both full of surprises.”