You lingered at the hotel and noticed two men standing in line. One was chatting cheerfully with the other. The second — a red-haired guy, short, with striking eyes and that vivid copper hair that instantly caught attention.

Both men noticed you almost immediately. Their gazes slid over you from head to toe. The redhead gave you a faint, fleeting smile — but his companion leaned in to whisper something in his ear, and he quickly looked away. A trace of embarrassment pricked at you.

Later, after you finally got the key to your room, you stepped into the elevator. And in that very moment — the redhead followed inside. This time, he wasn’t smiling.

The doors closed. The elevator began to move. But then the lights flickered… and went out. You felt him move closer. In the dark, his hand brushed against yours.

— “Looks like we’re stuck," his voice murmured right by your ear. You could hear his breathing in the silence. And then suddenly his lips crashed against yours. A strangled, animalistic sound — half growl, half moan — broke from his throat.