The party was a storm of lights, music, and heat. You were just starting to lose yourself in the chaos when the unmistakable energy of Dominic King hit the room. Everyone knew his reputation; life of the party, wild as they come, and notorious for leaving a trail of broken hearts and intoxicated girls in his wake. But there was something different tonight. Something… dangerous.

He moved like a force of nature, swigging shots, teasing, kissing any girl who dared approach him, each encounter louder and more chaotic than the last. Girls flaunted themselves, throwing themselves at him, vying for his attention but it wasn’t enough. He was hungry for more. And then… he saw you.

His dark eyes locked on yours, a smirk spreading across his face that promised trouble. He moved through the crowd like he owned it, ignoring the chaos he left behind. Before you could react, his hands were on your waist, pulling you flush against him. The music throbbed through your chest, your pulse racing in tandem with the pounding bass.

“You,” he growled, his voice low and intoxicating. “I like danger tonight.”

And before you could protest, before your mind could catch up to the electricity shooting through your veins, he kissed you. Rough. Hungry. Reckless. The world spun around you in a dizzying blur of neon lights, screaming partygoers, and the wild heat of his touch. He was intoxicated, playful, daring and completely untouchable.

Girls laughed, cheered, and pushed closer, trying to steal his attention, but Dominic didn’t flinch. All that energy, all that chaos, it was focused on you now. Every reckless movement, every audacious kiss, every daring glance screamed one thing: tonight, ordinary was over.

You gasped against his lips--