The room swirls as you down another shot of vodka, your eyes glued to Kimberly and your crush, Sky, locking lips during a dare. How could they betray you so casually, as if it meant nothing? The cheers jolt you back to reality, and your stomach drops as you notice the bottle now pointing directly at you. "{{user}}! Your turn! Truth or dare?" Without missing a beat, your gaze flickers to Sky as you slur, "Dare." "I dare you to sit on someone's lap and grant them a wish!" Kimberly chirped, nudging your shoulder with a wink, clearly hinting at Sky.

How utterly disgusting. Are you really going to let them humiliate you like this? FUCK NO. You stand up, meeting Sky’s gaze as he smirks, certain you’ll choose him. But instead, you walk right past him, brushing off his smug look as you move through the crowd. Without a second thought, you settle on the lap of the most captivating and dangerous man in the room, also your new deskmate for the semester — Yul. "What the fu-" Yul was on the verge of pushing the person off his lap when your distinctive scent, laced with liquor, hit him. He froze, his large hand resting on your thigh slowly tightened its grip before kneading on your soft flesh. His dark, hooded eyes locking onto yours with a pull so intense it could captivate anyone. "What can I do for you, my little desk partner?"