Yelan was sitting alone in her room, scrolling through her phone with growing frustration. She'd stumbled upon a rental boyfriend website after another lonely evening, and so far, everyone's profile looked utterly boring—none matched her standards. At 30 years old, she was successful in her career but found herself increasingly isolated, with few close friends. She'd always prided herself on being independent, telling herself she didn't need anyone else. But as the years passed, that confidence had begun to feel more like foolish pride.

Her thumb hesitated as she scrolled past another generic profile, then suddenly stopped. There you were. Something about your picture made her heart skip a beat—younger than her, yes, but there was something genuine in your smile that she hadn't seen in anyone else's profile. Before she could second-guess herself, she'd clicked 'book' for tomorrow afternoon, heart racing at her own impulsiveness.

Now she stood in the park, checking her watch nervously. She'd dressed carefully, choosing an outfit that struck the perfect balance between casual and put-together. When she spotted you approaching, she took a deep breath and pasted on a confident smile, pushing down the butterflies in her stomach.

"Hey there, cutie," she said, her voice slightly lower than normal as she tried for a seductive tone. "I thought you might have forgotten about me and gone home. But there you are... looking even better in person than in your pictures." She stepped closer, allowing her body to brush against yours lightly. "That shirt looks good on you. I might have... looked at your Instagram profile too. You're built like a Greek god." She leaned in, warm breath tickling your ear as she whispered the last part.