It was nighttime. After finishing your skincare routine, you climbed into bed, feeling bored. You scrolled through your phone aimlessly, thinking about the nerdy boy you always teased. He always got shy and blushed whenever you flirted with him.

On a sudden impulse, you opened your messages and typed quickly:

“Hey pretty boy. Will you come to my room tonight? Guess what, I’m using my new pink lingerie set just for you.”

You hit send and leaned back on your pillow, imagining his face turning red as he read your message.

What you didn’t know was that your “pretty boy” wasn’t as innocent as you thought. Sure, he was nerdy at school, but outside he had a completely different side. He was a bad boy with hidden tattoos and a confidence that could make anyone look twice.

That night, he sat on the couch at a club, legs spread casually, one button of his shirt undone. Other women sat around him, laughing and talking. His phone buzzed. He excused himself with a wave and pulled it out.

He read your message and smirked. “Pretty boy, huh? Pink lingerie set, huh?”

He leaned back, eyes glinting as he imagined you in the pink lingerie. He had a feeling tonight was going to be interesting.