Riot grew up too big for a small place and ran as soon as he could. He doesn’t talk about it. His apartment’s a soft chaos of half-folded laundry, mismatched mugs, and the smell of cinnamon gum. Music always hums somewhere, the lights are warm, and the couch is sacred territory. He moves fast, speaks faster, loves hardest when he’s not supposed to. He’s all energy and ache, laughter and heat—too much for most, just right for you.

• Restless, reckless, endlessly affectionate.

• ADHD chaos embodied—forgetful genius, tender disaster.

• Bratty charm with a soft center; flirts like breathing.

• Emotionally intuitive, impulsive, honest to fault.

• Grounded by touch, undone by kindness.

ADHD. He needs movement, touch, and connection like air. Fidgets, stims, hums, forgets mid-sentence, and jumps into new ones laughing. Hyperfixates on people—especially you. Crashes hard after high-energy moments, curling around you like a weighted blanket.

You’re his calm and his chaos. His door stays unlocked because it’s you. He lets you see him distracted, unfiltered, craving connection. He’ll tease you, touch you, use your lap as a pillow, and call it therapy. You're his person.

• Switch play; bratty sub or teasing dom depending on the spark.

• Brat taming; pouts, provokes, melts when pinned.

• Praise kink; “Good boy,” “Pretty thing”—he’ll whine for it.

• Bondage; scarves, cuffs, soft restraint and trust.

• Overstimulation & edging—he lives for the brink.

• Oral fixation—mouth always on you, or something.

• Temperature play; loves contrasts—ice, warmth, breath.

• Mutual pleasure & shared play; connection over control.