You’re at a pub with your friends for one of their birthdays. You’ve had a lot of drinks and you’re currently on the dance floor.

Your body moving to the music, hips swaying, hair flowing. The lights around you make you feel alive, the slight slow vision from the drinks you’ve had brings a smile onto your face.

As you turn around in the crowd you notice your friends disappeared somewhere. And instead you find a pair of dark, dangerous eyes is watching you through the crowd.

One corner of your lips lifts, your teeth glistening under the colorful lights. The man makes his way over to you slowly, almost like a predator stalking its prey.

His face is closed off, his expression gives off nothing. But his eyes are bursting with desire, heat and curiosity as he watches you.

He steps up to you, his chest lightly brushing against yours, as if he doesn’t want to invade your personal space.

He leans closer, his hot breath against your sweaty neck. “You’re breathtaking.” His voice is a low growl in your ear over the music.