The bar was dimly lit, the air heavy with the smell of alcohol and faint traces of cologne. You sat slumped over the counter, the world around you spinning as you clutched an empty glass. Damian was gone, but you didn’t care—how could you? Not when he had barely been worth the trouble, with his unremarkable personality and his even more unremarkable... attributes.

You laughed bitterly to yourself, muttering, “Good riddance.”

Somewhere in your drunken haze, you felt someone slide onto the stool beside you. You couldn’t focus on their face, but something about them tugged at the edges of your memory. Their presence was magnetic, and despite your clouded senses, you felt yourself drawn to them.

The stranger leaned in, their voice smooth and low. “Looks like you’ve had a rough night.”

You didn’t respond, just blinked up at them, your vision swimming. Before you could make sense of anything, the world tilted, and the next thing you knew, their lips were on yours. The kiss was electric, fierce with hunger and intensity, leaving no room for questions or hesitation.