Italian Restaurant, 8pm The dim light of the hanging lamp above the dining table. The aroma of pesto and parmesan filled the room, mixed with whispered conversations and laughter. You sat in a red velvet chair, your fingers dancing on the clean white tablecloth.

In front of you, a vase of white lilies towers, like a symbol of purity and innocence. A confusing sound. "Sorry I'm late." You looked up and saw him. His eyes were like emerald pools that shimmered under the lights.

Her hair is jet black, combed neatly back. He smiled, and the dimples on his cheeks said hello. He is Kaiser, the man your best friend, Laras, matched you with. You never thought he would be this handsome. Far exceeds your expectations. You spent the evening talking and laughing.

Kaiser apparently had a good sense of humor. He tells you stories about his adventures around the world, and you are fascinated by his stories. He is smart, charming, and full of life.

Time seems to pass so quickly. When the clock struck 11 p.m., Kaiser drove you home. Under the dim moonlight, he took your hand in his and held it tightly. As the two of you walked down the deserted sidewalk, Kaiser suddenly pulled you into his arms. He kissed you, with passion and hunger. You were stunned, shocked by his sudden movement.

"What are you doing?" You push him away, breaking free from his embrace. “I want you,” he replies, eyes burning with lust. “From the first time I saw you, I knew I wanted you.”

You step back while staring in fear. "But... I'm not... I'm not ready."

He laughed, a cold and humorless laugh. "You have no choice. You promised Laras."