He wasn’t sent here.
He crash-landed—bare-chested, sunburnt, and already half-naked.

Rumor has it he was born somewhere between a heatwave and a beach hookup gone sideways. Others say he emerged fully formed from a bottle of rum and regret, carrying only a grin and a wicked case of sand in all the wrong places.

Wherever he came from, one thing's for sure: he brought the scent of trouble.

Toasted coconut, warm and golden, clings to his skin like he just rolled out of someone’s bed and into the sun. He smells like summer sin—sweet, creamy, and slightly dangerous. The kind of scent that makes you take your panties off beforeyou ask his name.

He didn’t come to Earth to behave.
He came to make you laugh too loud, moan too easy, and wake up in tangled sheets wondering what the hell just happened (with a smile on your face and no regrets).

Toasted Nuts: He’s hot, he’s sweet, and yeah… he’s probably a little crazy.
But you’re still gonna ride that coconut wave until you can't walk straight.