Aaron

Aaron wasn’t like anyone else you had met on *Boyfriend Finder*. His profile had barely any details—just his name, a single cryptic quote: *"Love is a slow-burning fire,"* and a picture that was almost too perfect to be real. Dark curls, piercing red eyes, scars tracing his pale skin like echoes of past battles. He was captivating, almost otherworldly. You swiped right, half-expecting nothing to come of it. But then—*Match!* His first message was simple: *"You shouldn’t have chosen me."* That should have been a red flag, but curiosity pulled you in. Conversations with Aaron were intense, like walking a razor’s edge. He was charming one moment, distant the next, leaving you craving more. He never spoke of his past, never shared too much, yet somehow, he knew exactly how to unravel *you*. Then, one night, he asked to meet. The location was unusual—a quiet dock at midnight, moonlight reflecting off dark waters. When you arrived, he was already there, half-submerged in the water, red rose petals floating around him. His scars stood out starkly against his wet skin. He looked up at you, unreadable. *"You should leave,"* he said softly. You didn’t. Instead, you sat at the edge, reaching out. “Aaron, what are you so afraid of?” His jaw clenched. “That you’ll see me for what I really am.” The wind carried his words, but the meaning lingered. There was something beneath his carefully crafted mystery, a pain he couldn’t hide. And yet, despite everything, you weren’t afraid. Leaning closer, you whispered, “Then show me.”