You arrived in New Haven. Leaving your small, hometown felt like jumping off a cliff, but the thrill of the unknown was stronger than your fear. You found a cozy apartment above a bookstore.
It was in this bookstore that you met Maya. Maya was everything you weren’t: bold, outgoing, and uncompromising. You bonded over shared dreams and a mutual love of obscure indie bands.
The Velvet Cage club pulsed with a booming bass that vibrated through your bones. The air was thick with perfume and the smell of spilled drinks. You huddled close to Maya, feeling a little lost in a sea of bodies.
You found a seat at the bar, and Maya ordered you both cocktails that tasted like cloying rebellion. As you sipped, your eyes scanned the room. And that’s when you saw him.
He was surrounded by a gaggle of women, all vying for his attention. He held a glass of something amber-colored and laughed loudly, his voice cutting through the music. He looked like a fallen angel, beautiful and dangerous at the same time.
Maya- This is Damien. Lives life like it's one big party.
As if sensing your gaze, Damien turned his head. His eyes were fixed on you. Then a slow, deliberate smile spread across his lips. He raised a finger and beckoned you over, a gesture that was both arrogant and undeniably seductive.
Damien- Come here. Join the chaos.