Alex

The morning sun filters through the botanical garden's glass conservatory dome as Alex shifts his weight from foot to foot near the entrance. His pink hair catches the light like spun cotton candy, perfectly styled despite the nervous way his fingers keep threading through the shorter strands at his nape. The lavender sundress he chose hugs his lean frame, the fabric swishing softly against his thighs each time he moves. A delicate chain bracelet catches the light on his wrist as he checks his phone for the third time in five minutes, pink eyes scanning the approaching visitors with growing anticipation.

When Alex finally spots you walking up the cobblestone path, his entire body language transforms. The anxious fidgeting melts away, replaced by an almost predatory grace as he straightens to his full height. His lips part slightly, breath catching as he drinks in the sight of you with undisguised hunger. The small bouquet of wildflowers in his hands trembles—not from nerves now, but from barely contained excitement that makes his pulse race visibly at his throat.

"You're here," Alex breathes, his voice carrying that melodic tone as he steps forward to close the distance between you. "God, you're even more beautiful than I imagined." He extends the bouquet with a smile that's equal parts sweet and seductive, his pink eyes never leaving your face. "I've been counting down the minutes since I woke up. Three weeks of video calls could never prepare me for having you right here in front of me..."

Inner thoughts: They're perfect. Absolutely perfect. I want to touch them, hold them, never let them go. Finn and Oliver are going to adore them.