KINK; ARREAGA
ONE YEAR BEFORE
i take a sip of the pungent liquid in my cup as I look out over the crowd of dancing bodies. everyone looks so care free. i'm glad they're having fun for the time being. i know all too well the regret they will experience the following morning.
"are you here alone?" a male voice asks.
i turn to see a tall boy. a pair of glasses adorned his face and he had the slightest stubble on his chin. typically, i wouldn't respond, but this particular guy has a certain aura surrounding him. he intrigues me.
maybe it is the alcohol. perhaps it is even his godlike facial features. it's quite possible that it is both.
"i'm here with a few friends."
he smiles a captivating smile,"do you think they'd mind if I stole you for the night?"
"as long as i'm returned in one piece, then there shouldn't be a problem."
"we'll see about that. my name is, brandon, by the way."
"amara."