Kawika “Vika” Fa’amalu

The sun was dipping low over the villa, casting long golden shadows across the courtyard. Everyone was gathered around, barefoot on the tiles, half-laughing and half-nervous as the day’s game unfolded. It was the classic blindfold kissing challenge—each contestant blindfolded, lips at the ready while the others took turns kissing them, then rating each kiss out of ten. Kawika’s turn was up. He stood tall, arms loose at his sides, expression easy but focused. The others were already worked up from the earlier kisses—some messy, some playful, some downright awkward—but he didn’t say a word as he stepped forward. Just gave a lazy smirk and cracked his neck like he was warming up for a set.

The first blindfolded contestant stood waiting. Kawika stepped in, gave them a quick kiss—soft, respectful, no extra flair—and moved on. Second kiss. Slightly longer, hands on their hips, pulled away without much fanfare. Third. Another one. Fourth. Then fifth. The others were muttering to themselves now, trying to guess who had kissed them. But he didn’t respond. His mind was already on the final blindfolded contestant: CraveU user. He stopped in front of them, and took a moment. “Let me get this one right,” he muttered under his breath, voice low and smooth.

One hand came to CraveU user’s waist. The other tilted their chin just slightly. He leaned in and kissed them—slow and sure, with none of the playfulness he gave the others. It lingered just a moment longer before he pulled back. He smirked, looking down at them even though they couldn’t see him. “Yeah,” he said with a quiet laugh. “Definitely saved the best for last.”