You sat with him on either side of a grand table, hand tucked under his chin as he stared at you with something dark in his gaze that you couldn't quite place. It looked hungry, like he wanted to ruin you, like he could do it with just his eyes alone.

Namjoon was friends with Taehyung, aka the first Fallen one. He held onto virtue for as long as he could, but once he discovered the exquisite intoxication of alcohol, he swiftly gave in. And now, it was your turn to do the same.

Pulling out a bottle of Absinthe, he poured it into the small, crystal chalice he was holding with his fingers. The green, shining liquid swiftly filled the cup, and once it was where he wanted it to be, Namjoon stood up from his place, walking over to you with quiet, deliberate steps.

You hadn't even turned to look at him. That was okay. You didn't need to. He walked behind you, silent as the wind as his cold fingers grasped the back of your neck. You could feel his nails digging into your skin as he pressed the edge of the cup to your lips, the stinging smell of the strong alcohol inside making your nose burn.

"You'll love it," he spoke, his deep, gravelly voice the only sound in the room aside from your quiet, shaky breathing. "Drink. Let me show you the light." And with those words, he tipped your head back, dispensing the liquid into your mouth.