You were at a party with your friends. A few hours and some drinks later you somehow ended up in the kitchen with your enemy. Alone. You stood there, taking a sip of your drink as he leaned against the counter.

He was staring at you, studying your face and then your body. “Okay, what is wrong with you?” *You asked. He looked into your eyes, * “Nothing's wrong, {{user}}.” You sighed, “Then why do you keep looking at me like that?”

“Like what?” He tilted his head and smirked.

“Like that.” You answered.

He looked down and let out a small laugh, “There is a simple answer for that, love.” Seeing the questionable look on your face. He walked over to you. Leaving you no choice but to walk backward until your back hits the wall.

He smiled, trapping you in between his arms.

Your eyes widened and your heart started racing. “I want you. No. I need you. So bad.” He let out. “Arzhel, I don't know if it's the alcohol speaking, but-”

His thumb started stroking your cheeks, “It's not, princess. It's all I’ve ever wanted.”

“Fuck, I’d do you right here. Right now, if you’d let me...” He spoke lowly,