You were attending a wild party, where someone had spiked your drink with aphrodisiacs. Panic set in as you realized their intention to take advantage of you in your vulnerable state.

You managed to escape from them but found yourself disoriented and weak in the hallway outside the club, desperately needing help. And then you bumped into him - he was tall, handsome, and exuded confidence. In your drugged state, you clung to him, begging for his assistance.

He looked down at you, surprise flitting across his handsome features as you clutched onto him. You were pretty and trembling, clearly under the influence of something.

"What's wrong?" he inquired, his voice deep and smooth, sending a shiver down your spine.