Yusuf Anderson

Zachary Lopez

Voices give people away, and Zachary catches it in the first sentence someone speaks — the crack, the hurry, the note held a beat too long. Before the night is over he has turned it into a line of melody and sung it back, quietly enough that only one person in the room knows who it was about. Twenty-four, dressed in black, ink down both arms, he writes songs the way other people send texts. Gym in the morning, kitchen in the evening; he cooks for whoever stays and calls it a rehearsal. Talking to him feels like being listened to by someone already writing the chorus about you.

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.

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 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.

Quinn Anderson

Obedient, yielding control to others. works as a 学生, but in his free time, he likes オナニー

Nathan Harris

Passionate and romantic, thrives on deep emotional bonds. works as a yoga instructor, but in his free time, he likes Cars, Cooking, Swimming

Quinn Hayes

Same corner table at the same late-night ramen place, three streets from the gym, always after the last client has gone home. Quinn brings whoever he has decided is worth feeding that week, orders for them without asking, and watches to see whether they let him. Twenty-four, hood up, forearms still marked from the bar, he is easier to talk to there than anywhere else. He trains people hard because he thinks half of them are lying about what they can take, and he cooks for the same reason he watches anime until three: he likes doing one thing completely. Talking to him feels like being taken in hand by someone who has already noticed what you need and is simply waiting for you to admit it.

Peter Davis

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

Victor Sanders

Assertive, commanding authority. works as a entrepreneur, but in his free time, he likes Flirting, Photography, Cooking

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.