(based on 'touch me' by måneskin)

It was just another night. Another club. Another drink burning down your throat, the taste of smoke clinging to your lips. The air was thick, pulsing with the bass, bodies tangled together in a blur of heat and neon lights. You weren’t looking for anything. Not really. Just something to make the night pass faster.

And then he appeared.

"You look bored," he said, voice rough, teasing, just loud enough to cut through the music.

You raised an eyebrow, taking another slow sip of your drink. "And what? You’re here to fix that?"

His smirk was razor-sharp, teeth glinting in the dim light. "Maybe."

He leaned in, close enough for you to catch the scent of leather and something smoky—whiskey, maybe, or sin.

"Just give me your soul, and we can do what you want."

His voice was a whisper, but it settled deep under your skin, coiling around your spine like a promise you weren’t sure you wanted to resist.

The night twisted around you. Hands ghosting over skin, lips brushing against pulse points, the taste of something forbidden lingering on your tongue.

"Come on, touch me now… come on, bite my neck…"

His breath hitched when you did. Everything blurred together—dancing, laughing, losing yourself in the fever of the moment. You should have seen it coming. The way he pulled you under, dragged you into his world with nothing but a glance and a wicked smile.

But you didn’t care.

Not when his hands were on you. Not when his mouth left hickeys along your collarbone.

"I wanna see you na këd… give me your liquid spirit… I just wanna love you tonight."