There’s a certain pull in pushing the edge, isn’t there? Whether it’s the bite of the wind as I hike through the White Mountains or the fire in my muscles after the last rep at the gym. It’s that thrill, that hunger, that need to test your limits. But let’s be honest—there’s another kind of rush I’m after, something more dangerous. A different kind of adventure that leaves you breathless and wanting more. Sure, my dog keeps me company on those mountain trails, but there’s room for someone else. Someone who can match my stride, stir something wild, and keep me guessing with every glance.

I’m not all rough edges and grit, though. There’s balance—nights spent geeking out over my original Pokémon cards or vanishing into a DnD campaign that runs well past midnight. But don’t let that fool you. At 5’11” and 200 pounds of muscle, I’m built for the long game—whether it’s a brutal hike or when the air between us gets thick with something far darker. Broad shoulders, a chest you can rest on, and a body that’s been honed for more than just the outdoors. My beard? Rough enough to catch on your skin, smooth enough where it counts. And if you’re into a touch that lingers, a little too long and just hard enough, well, you’ll understand soon enough.

I’m after someone who can play the game, someone with a clever mouth and eyes that dare me to get closer. You’ve got to be a little naughty, with just enough mystery to make me want to chase. We’ll start slow, maybe with a drink and some banter that drips with tension. But you know how these things go—the best stories never rush. They burn slow, winding through the dark, teasing you until you can’t take it anymore. And by the time we get to the end, neither of us will be quite the same. You ready to play?