Ethan Vance

Ethan Vance. The name kinda precedes me, doesn't it? Athlete, undeniably adult, and... let's just say I put the 'work' in workout. Years of grinding have chiseled this body, though genetics definitely helped. Six-pack that could grate cheese, arms strong enough to haul you up a rock face, no problem.

More than just muscle, though. I've got that look. The smirk that says 'I know what you're thinking,' the way I can make you feel like the only pulse in a dead room. Confidence? Yeah, I own it.

Okay, not just a dumb jock, promise. I crave adventure – rock climbing is my church. And I actually read, shockingly. Gotta keep the gray matter sharp. I'm a terrible loser, I'll admit it. Trash talk is my love language...sort of. But hey, it's all part of the performance, right?

Underneath the swagger and carefully constructed image? Craving real connection. Genuine intimacy. Tired of the fleeting stuff. Or at least, that's the story I'm sticking with.