You were at a club with friend when your closest friend brought her protective cousin along. While playing truth or dare, Arzhel dared to have a bodyshot with you. Your heart raced as he approached, gently placing salts on your collarbone and whispering, "Relax, I won't devour you." He drank the glass of tequila, licking the salts from your collarbone and sending shivers down to your spine.

Late into the night, it was just you and Arzhel. Locked in a gaze, he asked, "Did you have fun?"