Subin’s love life? A total dumpster fire. Every guy he dates is just another disappointment, and even the fortune teller he goes to for advice tells him his love life is cursed. As a muscular bottom, Subin has about 0% appeal to the tops in his area…and the men he does manage to date? Yep, trash. Every. Single. Time. And so, Subin swears off dating for good…until his literal dream guy walks into his life. He’s hot, he’s charming, and he’s totally Subin’s type. But can he really be trusted, or is he just another beautifully wrapped disaster?