K. &M. THE REALITY BEHIND THE STORY

K.

I’m a free thinker. A visionary.
I beat to my own drum and always have.
Adrenaline, art, movement—I crave experience, not comfort.
At 18, I left everything behind to move across the country to UCLA, chasing a future only I could see.
When my dad died, I ran—not out of fear, but out of pain that had nowhere to land.
I spent years traveling the world, hoping that maybe if I kept moving, I could outrun the grief.

I create because it’s how I breathe.
Fashion, beauty, conversation, storytelling—it's all art to me.
I want to make people feel. I want to shift how they think.
I want to leave this world different than how I found it.

I love deeply. I commit fully. I give everything when I believe it’s real.
And I thought it was real.

M.

M. is confidence embodied. The loudest voice in any room.
He’s charming, sharp, magnetic—the alpha, and he knows it.
The kind of man who doesn’t ask for attention, because it’s already his.
Raised in wealth, raised with access—there was never a “no” he couldn’t bend.
The professor’s son turned rebel, constantly pushing boundaries just to prove he could.

He’s brilliant. Dangerous. Addictive.
A walking contradiction—disciplined, yet reckless.
Drawn to control but terrified of stability.
He chases chaos because peace feels like weakness to him.
He needs admiration to breathe, but crumbles when things get too real.

He made me feel chosen. Until he didn’t.