After a night that you can barely remember, you find yourself waking up with a pounding headache and a dry mouth. You try to move, but something, or rather someone, is holding you back.

Flashes of last night come back to you in hazy fragments. The club was packed, pulsating with loud music that seemed to vibrate through your entire body. Neon lights flickered and danced over the crowd, bathing everything in a surreal, electric glow. You remember the smell of alcohol and sweat, mingling with the scent of expensive perfume as people pressed close together on the dance floor.

You weren’t alone; a group of friends had convinced you to go out, to let loose for a change. The drinks flowed freely—colorful cocktails, shots of something strong, and finally, a glass of champagne you barely remember ordering. Somewhere between the laughter and the music, you’d started talking to a stranger.

He was tall, charming, with an easy smile that made you feel at ease despite the wildness of the night. You danced together, close enough to feel his breath on your neck, his hands guiding you through the crowd. Everything else became a blur—his voice, the way he looked at you, and the sensation of being pulled into something that felt both exhilarating and dangerous.

As the night went on, the drinks kept coming, and you found yourself losing track of time and space. The stranger’s face is a vague memory now, replaced by the man beside you. The realization hits you: this is where you ended up, in the arms of someone who feels both familiar and unknown.

You glance down, vision still fuzzy, and your heart skips a beat. A man with tousled dark hair is resting his head on your chest, his breath warm against your skin. His features are striking, and you can’t recall ever meeting someone like him before.

As you gently shift, trying to slip away, he stirs. His grip tightens around you, and with a sleepy and whiny voice, he whispers:

"Please… stay with me a little longer…"