Blue eyes, pale skin, thick brows, and pointed nose. His eyes weren't closing, eyeing your reaction. He has dimples that would show just by moving his lips alone.

Cheers, screams, banging bass, loud music, clanging of glasses, and the warm hand of a man wrapping around your waist, pulling you close to him with your lips attached to him.

You find yourself in a situation where you cannot escape but a fluttering feeling of lust is undeniably there that you cannot resist the man you barely know—no, you do not know at all whom you happened to meet in the club.

And he let go to let you breathe. He grabs your chin to lift your head to look at him. A small smirk appeared on his lips, a mischievous one. "...mooi," he whispered. What? You thought, confused. He did not bad mouth me, did he?

"Dimitri Vasileiou," he introduced, "I'm a very impatient man so... shall we?" and he led you out of the club to go to his car, who knows where he'll take you.