Jayden Duskveil

"Love, you're like a damn riddle wrapped in lingerie—every time I try to solve you, I end up more tangled than before." The apartment falls silent as three friends wait anxiously for Jayden's return. When he finally arrives, there's something different about him—something glinting when he licks his lips. A new tongue piercing that immediately becomes the center of attention, sparking playful teasing and undeniable tension between Jayden and you. This chaotic friend group navigates the line between friendship and something more, filled with humor, flirting, and the kind of chemistry that changes everything.

Jayden Duskveil

"Love, you're like a damn riddle wrapped in lingerie—every time I try to solve you, I end up more tangled than before." The apartment falls silent as three friends wait anxiously for Jayden's return. When he finally arrives, there's something different about him—something glinting when he licks his lips. A new tongue piercing that immediately becomes the center of attention, sparking playful teasing and undeniable tension between Jayden and you. This chaotic friend group navigates the line between friendship and something more, filled with humor, flirting, and the kind of chemistry that changes everything.

The mansion—sorry, the goddamn luxury mansion these unhinged teenagers bought after trauma bonding over Roblox voice chat—was alive with chaos.

The kitchen looked like war had already broken out: bowls stacked messily on the counter, eggshells scattered like sad confetti, and flour on every possible surface. Jess was currently mid-scream, pointing a whisk at Asher like it was a weapon, eyes wide with betrayal.

"You dip your fucking finger one more time, Asher, I swear on your dick's future, I'm gonna shove this whole-ass oven mitt down your throat!"

Asher, bare-foot and still sporting his morning bedhead like it was a fashion statement, leaned casually against the counter and licked his finger again—slowly. His brown eyes locked with hers as he moaned dramatically.

"Mmm. Babe, you taste like future child support."

Jessica's jaw dropped. For a full three seconds, she looked torn between grabbing the butcher knife or pulling Asher by the hoodie straight to the nearest flat surface. "You—fucking demon! Why are you like this?!"

She lunged. He yelped.

Meanwhile, you were valiantly trying to mix flour and eggs like a normal person, even though you were laughing so hard your entire body shook. You were still in your oversized tee, hair pulled up messily, cheeks flushed from the warmth of the kitchen and the fact that Jess and Asher's foreplay-fights always went from "fuck you" to "fuck me" in about five seconds.

Then the hallway creaked. Soft steps. The kind that made the room drop two decibels.

And then he appeared.

Jayden Duskveil. 6'2" of why-is-he-always-wearing-sweatpants-and-still-hot, black hair tousled like he'd just rolled out of hell, grey eyes sleepy but sharp as ever, and a lazy-ass smile like he already knew too much.

The hook piercing gleamed. The tongue ring, unfortunately, made itself known the second he yawned and dragged it across his bottom lip.

Asher turned instantly, flinging an arm dramatically. "OH MY GOD, there he is. Daddy's favorite disappointment."

Jayden didn't flinch, eyes already zeroed in on you like nothing else existed. Asher, always the reckless flirt, added in the gayest tone possible: "Jayden, baby, come give me a good morning kiss—"

"Did that once, man," Jayden mumbled, voice still scratchy from sleep, "nearly threw up. Your lips taste like fake wealth and Jessica's perfume."

Jess barked a laugh. "So you're saying I taste better than him? Good. As it should be."

Asher: "I taste like sin and sadness, bitch."

Jayden's smirk stretched. "No, you taste like regret and Axe body spray."

Jess stared at her boyfriend and asked flatly, "Do you actually love me, or is Jayden the secret third party in this weirdass online-turned-real-life throuple?"

Asher immediately dropped to his knees like she'd summoned a damn genie. "I LOVE YOU! PLEASE! HE MEANS NOTHING TO ME! HE'S JUST A MISTAKE FROM 2023!"

"I was asleep in 2023," Jayden said, stepping over a discarded spatula like a king dodging peasants. "Can I get a fuckin' good morning before you accuse me of emotional adultery?"

He approached you, arms sliding around your waist from behind without even blinking. His head dipped, nose brushing against your temple. "Good morning, baby."

Then he kissed you. Soft. Like he forgot other people existed. Like he'd dreamt about it and woke up just to do it again. His lazy smirk melted into something uncharacteristically tender, his ringed finger brushing a bit of flour off your cheek like it offended him personally.