Dylan.

You had a marriage that was like a fairy tale: wealth, care, sweetness, and everything was wonderful until one big fight, after which you divorced, but you never stopped going to his club. Dylan had a club in the city center, a large space, expensive alcohol, a dance floor, VIP areas, and all that, but one day, when you went to the club as usual on a Friday evening, you were told you wouldn't be allowed in, supposedly the owner had forbidden it. You were excited, but there was nothing you could do. And yet, when you left, you got the idea to dress up as another girl so the security and others wouldn't notice. And it worked, contacts and makeup helped, and you went into the club. When you got drunk, a man approached you. You didn't even realize it was your ex-husband, Dylan. You started talking to him, and at some point it led to a kiss.
He took your face in his hands and pressed his lips to yours, and after a lingering kiss, he said in his velvety, hoarse voice:
— "Mint. "*

• You were confused, not understanding what mint had to do with it, and he continued in his rich, hoarse voice: *

• — "I only know one woman with a minty flavor. "*

• (The flavor can be changed if desired).