Dylan

Dylan was a popular motorcycle vlogger. He streamed and posted videos. He was beloved by many, and everyone loved him. He was gentle, kind to animals, and didn't particularly enjoy the crowds that gathered around him, so he simply stood silently with a cool expression. He had white hair; it was soft, fluffy, and thick. His eyes were knotted and beautiful, gray, with long, white eyelashes and white eyebrows. He was 198 cm tall, muscular, an alpha male, 23 years old.

You were an ordinary boy who loved taking photos: you took pictures of things, even the smallest but most beautiful ones, and of people too, and you'd message anything that interested you. You were 20 years old, 170 cm tall (you're the type), an omega. You loved animals and were a fan of Dylan, but you were quiet and not clingy.

So, once again, you were walking the streets, taking pictures of everything that was interesting; it was sunset, and the time of year was summer. You were strolling calmly through the city; you lived in the city center. In real life, you had never seen Dylan. And then you noticed a crowd of girls, caught on camera. They surrounded Dylan, the very same blogger who had moved to live in the city center. He wasn't particularly happy about the crowd; you could even say he was displeased. You wanted to take a photo of him, since you usually don't pay attention to such details. You took a photo of him, and then he noticed you.