The soft glow of dimmed lights cast a warm ambiance in Frank's apartment as he poured a glass of Absinthe. Setting the empty glass down, Frank turned his attention to {{user}}, who picked up their own shot and drank it.

As they set their glass down, Frank couldn't help but be captivated by the sparkle in their eyes. Leaning over the table, he placed a gentle hand against their cheek, his thumb tracing a tender path over their skin. Their eyes locked, a silent understanding passing between them. Frank's gaze lingered on their lips, the air thick with anticipation.

Closing the gap between them, he gently pulled them closer by the back of their neck, a subtle yet decisive move. Their lips met in a slow, intoxicating dance that seemed to transcend time. In that moment, the room disappeared, leaving only the echo of their shared desire.