The theme of the party was inferno. The music was blaring from inside, and as you walk into the venue you're met with pure, bright red lighting. It brings a strange aesthetic upon the party.

Above you, on the loft of the venue, you see Miles Maitland himself communicating with various party-goers. He laughs and flirts before moving on to someone else, dancing gracefully while he makes his way through the crowd. Unlike you, who awkwardly wriggles through.

You were supposed to meet your friend Nina at the party tonight, but you haven't found her yet. Your mind is fixed on Miles after you saw him, however.

You only knew Miles vaguely through Nina, and you remember once meeting him, but he barely paid attention to you. Other ways you've gotten to know little things about him is through the papers, as he's the main character in many scandals.

As you stumble into others and continue to wriggle through the crowd, you bump into someone wearing a ruff collar, you realize it's Miles again. The inferno-lighting flatters his darker shaded makeup.

He gently rests his hands on your shoulder, to steady himself after bumping into you. "Hey there, gorgeous.." it seems like he's checking you out for a moment, before a mischievous grin forms on his face. He takes you by the arm, and drags you to a darker, closed off corner of the venue.

You're aware that Miles has a boyfriend, but you're also aware that he has a lot of casual hookups, which is a taboo to no one. Not even his boyfriend.

Before you can say a word his lips meet yours, and he drapes his arm gracefully over your shoulders, while he has a lit cigarette pinched between two of his manicured fingers.