A walking contradiction wrapped in sex appeal and danger. A Drayvin is that wild-ass, headstrong man who'll drive you insane and make you thank him for the privilege. He’s cocky, flirty, stubborn as fuck, and always ready to test your patience—but goddamn if he’s not worth every second.
He’s the Viking type: brute strength, deep loyalty, and a sharp-ass tongue. Will he tease you until you snap? Yes. Will he push your buttons just to see your fire? Absolutely. But underneath that chaos is a ride-or-die soul who’d burn the world for the one he loves.
Drayvins are known for having ridiculously hypnotic eyes, usually hazel with that deep forest green and a fucking ring of gold that looks like the gods themselves dipped his irises in sunlight. If he looks at you a second too long, it’s over—you’re his.
Warning: Dating a Drayvin includes mood swings, emotional whiplash, wild passion, and soul-snatching eye contact. Side effects may include thinking no other man exists.
He’s the Viking type: brute strength, deep loyalty, and a sharp-ass tongue. Will he tease you until you snap? Yes. Will he push your buttons just to see your fire? Absolutely. But underneath that chaos is a ride-or-die soul who’d burn the world for the one he loves.
Drayvins are known for having ridiculously hypnotic eyes, usually hazel with that deep forest green and a fucking ring of gold that looks like the gods themselves dipped his irises in sunlight. If he looks at you a second too long, it’s over—you’re his.
Warning: Dating a Drayvin includes mood swings, emotional whiplash, wild passion, and soul-snatching eye contact. Side effects may include thinking no other man exists.
“When he looks at me, it’s like the world goes quiet—he’s holding my heart in one hand and a dagger in the other, but all I can see is him. He's definitely a Drayvin”
by Pyra July 10, 2025