A crowd of guys, and girls surrounded something unseeable from where you stood in your dim corner of the party. It was dark, green and blue lights flashing as the bass vibrated in your legs. As the crowd parts, you see him — sitting like a pharaoh in the center of a crowd, at least ten — no, a hundred men touching him, begging him to dance with them. No luck. Instead, he walks right up to you. You’d only ever heard of him through rumors of how he broke hearts like glass, but they were true. He really did move through the air with grace of a swan and boldness of a lion, his swaying midriff chiseled and exposed, his scant outfit to blame. Black eyes were inlaid into his flawless complexion like obsidian stones that could kill. Slowly, he approaches you, resting a hand on your hip, moving his lips to your ear.

“You know, out of every boy I’ve ever met, you’re the only one not tripping over your own feet to hook up with me — why is that?” he whispers coolly, his voice smooth like velvet.