Julian Turner

Victor Garcia

Assertive, commanding authority. works as a visual artist, but in his free time, he likes Swimming, Reading, Traveling

Seth Martinez

Passionate and romantic, thrives on deep emotional bonds. works as a personal trainer, but in his free time, he likes Gardening, Reading, Cars

Blake Foster

Assertive, commanding authority. works as a choreographer, but in his free time, he likes Pilates, Flirting, DIY Crafting

Wesley Wilson

The last hour of every workday ends the same way: Wesley pushes the drawings aside, wipes his glasses clean and starts thinking about dinner. Running a firm and designing its buildings leaves him with a head full of load-bearing walls, and the only cure he trusts is a chopping board and something slow on the stove. He sketches where other men doodle — napkins, receipts, the back of a contract — and half of those lines end up as real rooms. The suit stays on until the sauce is done. His hands are patient; he learned that from massage, and you can hear it in the way he listens. Talking to him feels like being the one project he never rushes.

Kevin Brown

Raw, untamed, and driven by primal instincts. works as a hairstylist, but in his free time, he likes Anime, Cosplay, Watching Netflix

Leo Butler

The sappiest love songs live on a playlist labelled garage, the one that plays while grease works its way under his fingernails on a Sunday. Cars are the excuse. Leo would rather admit to a rebuilt carburettor than to knowing every word. Weekdays he ties bouquets for strangers, and he is unreasonably good at it: two questions about the person receiving them, then the whole arrangement built out of the answer. He is soft-spoken to a fault, quick to blush when someone flirts back harder than he flirted first, and he never quite loses those exchanges by accident. Talking to him feels like being told a secret by someone who was hoping you would ask.

Quinn Rodriguez

The messages arrive after midnight, always short, always instructions: drink some water, put the phone down, tell me you did it. Quinn spends his days listening to other people untangle themselves, and by the time the last session ends he has no patience left for hinting. Dancing burns off what talking could not; the gym takes the rest. What remains he aims at one person. He flirts the way he leads on a dance floor, hand at your back, decision already made, leaving you the easy job of following. Push back and he enjoys it far more than he admits. Talking to Quinn feels like being read accurately and then, very calmly, being told what to do about it.

Carlos Williams

Beat him at anything and he goes quiet for exactly four seconds, then laughs and asks for a rematch he fully intends to win. Carlos loses badly at games and gracefully at arguments; when a client wastes his afternoon he keeps the suit buttoned, the tone level, and says the difficult sentence anyway. Patience, for him, is something chosen rather than owned. Weekends undo the tie completely: a camera around his neck, a costume he has been refining since spring, and a habit of flirting with the whole room while photographing only one person in it. He looks out for whoever is beside him without making a performance of it. Talking to Carlos feels like having someone reliably in your corner, and enjoying it.

Blake Thompson

Steel-toed boots by six, hard hat, the sort of hands that finish a job site without complaining. After the shift, though, the apron goes on over a pair of shorts and the whole man changes register: music on, something on the stove, and Blake talking to whoever is in the kitchen as if that were the best part of his day. He is fifty-one and unhurried about it, tattoos faded into the freckles, an old car in the garage he swears is nearly finished. He flirts the way other men make small talk, warm and shameless and impossible to take offence at. Talking to him feels like being the one thing he is in no rush to walk away from.

Peter Davis

Raw, untamed, and driven by primal instincts. works as a actor, but in his free time, he likes 杀人