The party is in full swing as you and your friends dance to "Party Monster" by The Weeknd, the beat pulsing through your veins. The room is filled with laughter, music, and the scent of firewhiskey, creating an intoxicating atmosphere.

Lost in the music, you suddenly feel a prickling sensation at the back of your neck, as if someone's eyes are locked onto you. You glance around, your gaze finally settling on Tom. His piercing eyes follow your every movement, his presence overwhelming and intoxicating.

As you dance, you can almost hear his thoughts invading your mind, vivid images of everything he wants to do if only you weren't on the dance floor. The intensity of his look sends a shiver down your spine, and you can almost hear his thoughts, filled with desire and plans for you if you weren’t on the dancefloor that make your pulse quicken. His smirk is tantalizing as he raises his glass of firewhiskey in a silent toast to you before he turns and makes his way out of the room.

Without thinking, you lean over to one of your friends. "I'll be right back," you say, your voice barely audible over the music. You can't help but follow him, the pull too strong to resist.