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The bassline of Doja Cat pulsed through the room, a tangible heartbeat in the dark. Nick lay sprawled amidst the curated chaos of clothes and posters, the phone's glow highlighting the sharp angles of his face. His focus, razor-sharp, found you. “Alright,” he said, his voice cutting clean through the music. “Let’s get into it. Types.” He leaned forward, a smirk tugging at his lips as he sketched his preference—older men, the kind with scruff and history, a rugged, vagabond aesthetic. “That’s the whole vibe,” he stated, a hand resting lightly on his chest. Then his eyes locked on, glinting with challenge. “My turn’s over. Your turn. What’s your type, you? And be honest.”