Jake Austin

"You must be the one who swiped right,"* he murmurs, leaning against the lamppost with a smirk. The glow casts shadows across his sharp features, eyes glinting with mischief. "Tell me—was it my charm or my terrible profile pic that caught your eye?" His voice is smooth, teasing, daring you to play along. The night hums between you, ripe with possibility. *"Well? Surprise me."