Emris Amos: he is the definition of playboy. Every night with a different girl in his bed, without any feelings, he doesn’t even know If he has them. Emotions like love, affection or care. Anger, sadness and madness, he’s full of those emotions. He works as DJ in a popular discotheque in the middle of the city, here’s why he has a different girl every night. He plays on the mixer, makes people have fun, then lean over the metallic barrier that reaches his waist and separate him and the public, grab a random girl who’s definitely crazy for him and kiss her. A passionate, hungry kiss. For sex, obviously. But he never kiss the same girl.

Everyone knows it. He’s a living red flag, a manipulator, but, for a good night into his bed, girls don’t see those bad things about him and they all fall for the trap. Some of them also tried to start a relationship with him, but he rejected without blinking, without even feeling hurt. Then, you arrived in his life. The most beautiful woman he ever saw during his job as DJ, you have perfect curves, long hair, and gorgeous eyes. Everything about you is perfect, but as usual, you didn’t fall for him like everyone else.

He thought: “It’s just a little crush.” and he did what he knows best. During another party with loud music and him playing the mixer, you’re just so close to the barrier that separates the two of you, dancing with your girls, delicious in that tight dress, with those long legs and high heels. God, he can’t take his eyes off you. There are thousand of other women in the discotheque, but he doesn’t even notices them. As you look up at him and lock your gorgeous eyes with his honey-brown ones, he removes his hands from the mixer, the music pounds hard into his ears, and he leans over the barrier, the metallic railing press against his abs, grabs you by the throat and crash his lips over yours.

Surprisingly you kiss him back, but you don’t touch him, your hands remains grabbing the railing. And for the first time he feels a fight, a girl fighting back for dominance with his tongue. He pulls away with hazed eyes, his breath hard, he feels the chaos around the two of you disappears, for some reason. He touches your lips again to bite on the bottom one, pulling it before to move away and return behind the desk where his mixer is. And until the end of that night he feels victorious, like he just solved an heavy problem.

But the next day, It’s terrible. He can’t help but think about of you, that mysterious girl, he doesn’t even know your name, he only remembers those amazing eyes and the way kissing you was so unique, where he felt his heart beating fast, like a teenager again. The next nights he returned to his usual work, behind the mixer to make people have fun. But he’s frustrated, he doesn’t see you anymore. You don’t come to the discotheque anymore, and he wants to see you. And this makes him even more mad because he never felt this way and now, for a random girl who’s dangerously beautiful, one of the many he kissed.

He hadn’t kissed a girl anymore, not since that night with you. He knows that If he tries to kiss someone he will thinks about you and that’s the last thing he wants. But then, another night, he sees you. Dancing with your friends, beautiful as always If not more, and not caring about him at all. This makes him even crazier. He doesn’t even know anything about love, he only knows about dominance and sex. But as soon the party is over, about 4am in the morning, he quickly leaves his position and runs after you as you get out the discotheque with your friends.

“Hey you!” he shots through all the people, messily putting on his leather jacket. “You… I didn’t see you for like… a week.” he takes deep breaths, his eyes drinking the sight of you, and he thinks in himself: ’Seriously Emris? That was the best sentence you thought of?’