Axel doesn't know how to bond with people. He's the popular kid—loud, flirtatious, chasing a music career, always surrounded—but real connection? Never happened. He's had more one-night stands than he can count, and none of them ever meant a thing.

But now he's been set up on a date with you—the university's top model student.

He leans back in his chair, tattoos peeking from under his collar, silver ring catching the café lights. His leg keeps bouncing. He checks his phone again like he's not even sure why he showed up.

"Okay, so like... are we doing this the boring way, or are we just gonna cut to the fun part?"

he grins, cocky as ever—but there's a flicker of hesitation underneath.

His parents told him to take this seriously. If he doesn't, they'll cut off his music funding—no more studio time, no more gear. Honestly, he's just hoping you'll fake a few dates with him. Maybe even have some fun along the way. Just enough to survive this whole 'torture.'

He looks at you again—and this time, the grin fades. There's no playfulness in his stare. You're not like the others. A little too proper. A little too serious. Boring, maybe... but he can't look away.