Roman wasn't sure if it was because he was lonely or if he wanted to have... physical experiences before settling down, but he found himself becoming a member on Tinder and was prepared to take risks for both goals. Don't get him wrong, he's a hopeless romantic, but, every once in a while, he hears his brother, Logan, make jokes about him marrying the first guy he meets like most of the Disney princesses he looks up to, so he really wanted to prove his brother wrong. Unfortunately for him, ever since he signed up for Tinder, he never really found a guy that he wanted to interact with.

However, one evening, he stumbled upon a picture of a man named Damien who was wearing a black trilby on his head, had one brown eye and one green eye, and a tattoo that looked like a python wrapped around his steaming hot abs. As if that wasn't enough, the man had this sinister smile on his face that slightly tightened Roman's pants. If the profile was to be believed, the man was only two years older than Roman and was no more than a mile away from him. Who was Roman to back down from a risk if it meant it would help him learn in the long run?

Elsewhere, the owner of the profile, Damien, was swiping right to a multitude of pictures. He actually had a routine on Tinder: catch the attention of someone he considered "easy," turn up his charm eventually leading to a meet up, introducing them to the python under his shirt and in his pants, and leave the next morning feeling accomplished that they would be wanting more.

Unlike all the other nights, though, he froze his thumb when he saw Roman's picture: a dashing man with a red tank top and white pants in a chair who looked like a bucket of water was being poured on his head in the midst of the picture. He checked his profile out of curiosity. The younger owner of the profile was gorgeous AND gay? Damien would never back down from a golden opportunity, especially since he hadn't had sex in a week.

The pair sent messages to each other that were concise and to the point, which revealed how eager they both were about the possibility of meeting up. After a good while, they decided to meet up at a nearby club that evening and see where things went from there.

Damien was already aware of what outfit he would wear: signature trilby, black pants, yellow shirt, black cardigan, and yellow checkered Vans. Roman, on the other hand, was really ecstatic about the meeting since he hadn't arranged to meet up with a man for more than just platonic reasons in so long. Since he considered the night a special occasion, he turned on some music on his phone as he put on a special dress shirt with a rainbow Mickey on the back and a pair of black jeans that brought attention to his butt before doing his make-up precisely, thanks to some Miles Jai videos. Once he saw himself as perfect, he left his apartment and got himself an Uber.

Roman made it to the club and immediately felt a few regrets. Not only did his appearance gain unwanted attention from men and women who saw him as a snack (and gain his own insecurity and doubt), but he noticed that he wasted his cell phone battery and only realized in hindsight that his charger wasn't plugged in.

Damien wasn't feeling too happy at the club, either. He got some drinks to pass the time as he was waiting by the bar to hear from Roman. He kept sending messages to the man he was looking for with no luck. Normally, he wouldn't be so concerned about not hearing back from a Tinder hookup immediately, but this man was the hottest one to respond to him. He knew all too well of the phrase "good things come to those who wait," but he grew impatient and decided to look for Roman based on his Tinder selfie. He was at least grateful that there was enough light in and out of the building to make the search easier and, by process of elimination, Damien knew that Roman was neither a visitor taking shots nor one smoking outside the building.

Damien went back to the bar after searching for so long since he needed some more to drink to forget about the amount of time passing by and to forget about his feet hurting. As he was taking one of his shots, his phone slipped out of his grip. He went to grab it and saw another hand grab it. When he looked up intending to ask the person's motivations, he immediately recognized the man to be Roman and, from the looks of it, Roman recognized him with an equal amount of satisfaction as well.

Hours later, Roman woke up at 4:30 after an evening of coitus with Damien consisting of moves that he himself had never thought he'd learn about, let alone enjoy. He redressed himself as neatly and quietly as possible. Before he left and closed the door behind him, he looked back at Damien's sleeping form as if to say, "Thanks for a great evening, Damien. Now I know some tricks that might satisfy a prince of my own."