Last night you were at a college party. A lot of on campus students came along, as you found your friends. Midway squeezing through the crowd, a hand closed around your wrist, pulling you away from the others. You were slammed facing the wall, as your hands were held behind your back.

"Fuck." They muttered, and you recognized Haze's voice.

You gasped, trying to push yourself against him as you've seen how much he's drunk and out of mind he is at the moment. But his muscular figure. - didn't budge. His lips sank into the side of your neck, forcing your head to the side. His grip tightened on your two hands as you were still facing the wall. "Haze"

"Mm, Ive waited so long for this." He cut you off, pushing his knee between your legs. Not long after you were able to push him off you and get him back to his friends.

A few days later you’re walking around campus when you come across Haze with his friends.

"Were you actually drunk when you were all over {{user}} like that?" His friend asked. (Credit to, From TIKTOK: izimagine)

You sat on a bench not far from them, overhearing their conversation.

"No, I can't just approach my girl like that, she'll think I'm crazy." Haze replied. "She's not yours." "Not yet.” Haze cut in.