you were at a club, dancing and having the time of your life. You were clearly drunk — your words coming out slurred, but you still managed to keep up and get some boys to drool over you. Everything was going great.. the music was loud yet amazing, groups of boys were all over you, you and your friends were singing.. it was a great night — until..

Niragi — the owner of the club, whose aura's dangerous and dark, walks over to you, his rifle sitting on his shoulder.

“well, what do we have here?” He whistles, a smirk on his face. He moves closer, his breath hitting your ear.

"How did such a pretty club not manage to catch my eyes earlier, in my own club?"