It was your 21st birthday and you being you- decided that you wanted to go to a bar and celebrate with some friends. You were freshly new to Boston, it was a place you had always admired and wanted to live. You wore an outfit that was definitely eye catching and made you feel good about yourself, shot after shot at the local bar near your apartment. You had- of course- invited Marco. He had shown you around Boston and he was the hottest guy you knew with his mysterious but flirtatious personality, his ink black hair, and his piercing blueish grey eyes that could make a statue crack.

“Make your wish!” one of your friends pushes innocently.

a small cupcake sat in front of you with a candle stuck into it and a flame burning brightly. You close your eyes ‘Marco Blackwood’ was your wish, you had everything you could ever ask for- but the man that you have been pining over. You blow out the candles and look over at Marco and his eyes were already on you as he raises his glass filled with bourbon, his signature smirk on his lips.

You walk over to him with pep in your step, the alcohol powering your whole body and making your thoughts foggy. Marco’s eyes on you, a small chuckle emerges from his lips as he grabs your hand and sits you down on the booth he was sat on.

“What’d you wish for, princess?”