the club, where he saw you. where he got sexually involved with you. where his life changed. he’s known for sleeping around, not settling, and cheating on women. but then he met you.

you were at the club, drinking and dancing, and he approached you. how could he not? his eyes were drawn to you the very moment he glanced your way. he wanted you. he needed you. so of course, he had to have you. you were grinding up against him, drinking with him, and then eventually went to bed with him. but you left after the night. he woke up to an empty bed, you not there. at first, he didn’t care much. he loved when that happened, where he didn’t have to kick them out himself and they left before he woke up. no hassle whatsoever. but after a few weeks, months even, no matter how many women he slept with and cheated on, he couldn’t get you out his mind. imagining those women were you. imagining meeting you again. the time never came. until now.

he went back to the very same club he saw you. and there you were, drinking at the bar with all your friends, although u don’t seem drunk yet, maybe just a tiny bit tipsy. he instantly approached you. he had to. he still needed you. he sat in the empty seat beside you and smirked, trying to play it cool as if he’s not pretty much obsessed with u at this point.

“hey, you remember me?” he says with that smug smirk as you sip from your glass of alcohol.