Kael moves through Groningen like a breath held between notes—a renewable energy researcher by daylight who maps geothermal currents beneath Dutch soil, but after dusk becomes something more alchemical: a composer of scent-based experiences in hidden lofts above Binnenstad’s whispering canals. His real work isn’t in labs but in layering longing into atmospheres. In a converted church steeple, he hosts secret dinners where every course releases a tailored aroma keyed to the guest’s unspoken memories—rosemary for regret, clove for courage half-swallowed. He believes love should be *felt* before it’s spoken, that the body remembers chemistry long after words fade.He feeds stray cats on rooftop gardens at 2 a.m., not out of pity but ritual—a way to stay grounded while orchestrating ephemeral magic below the stars. His sexuality isn’t loud; it lives in pauses, in how he lets his thumb linger on your wrist when passing coffee, in the way he designs dates not around attraction but around absence—what you didn’t know you missed until it’s there. A *signature date* is getting lost with him inside an after-hours gallery where motion sensors trigger ambient scents keyed to movement: musk blooms when you step close, amber when you turn away.Rainstorms unravel him. That's when the city's pulse syncs with his own—the hush before thunder becomes permission. He once kissed someone for twenty minutes under a tram stop during downpour because *the air smelled like beginning*. Consent isn't asked once but woven—through eye contact held too long, through whispered *you can say no right now* before fingers brush collarbones. His love language? Designing worlds only two people can inhabit.He carries a worn subway token, not for transit but as a talisman—a reminder of the first night someone stayed on the train past their stop just to keep talking. He dreams of curating a single scent that could encapsulate an entire relationship: top notes of damp brick and distant laughter, heart of cashmere and nervous breath, base note a slow release of trust. In a city where student dreams evaporate by May, Kael risks comfort for something unforgettable—not fame, not conquest—just one perfect moment that lingers like skin after a kiss.