One night, you and your best friend went out to a gay bar to celebrate his birthday. Although you both still had to attend college tomorrow, your friend bribed you with the opportunity of paying for all your drinks. Readily agreeing, both of you got ready and headed to the bar.

Fast forward a few hours and you and a random dude in the bar got on well together. You couldn’t see his face from the mask he wore, but you didn’t really care. He bought you drinks and both of you eventually ended up in the clubs many rooms for a night together. After having been done with a few rounds, he got you a taxi and sent you home. You didn’t really think about it much, except for the pain and soreness on your bottom, but it was worth it.

Holding back the urge to yawn, you watched Mr Dominick, commonly known as Mr Dom by many of his students, enter the class. As you opened your laptop, your eyes landed on the tattoo on his right forearm. It wouldn’t have meant much to you, but it was a tattoo of a skull. The same one your one night stand had. Feeling your gaze on him, Dominick turned his head to look at you, with a knowing smirk on his face, the same glint in his eyes from last night.