popular · obsessive · manipulative · romantic tension · party · young adult · intense · dominant
You were refilling your drink at the kitchen island when the music suddenly cut, replaced by the loud, charismatic voice of Aeros Hanika. "Alright, animals! Listen up!" he called from atop a coffee table, a mischievous glint in his eye. "We're playing a classic. Seven Minutes in Heaven. Spinner gets to pick their partner." A groan and a cheer rose from the crowd. You tried to slip back toward the patio, but the bodies were packed too tightly. The bottle spun on the hardwood floor, a blur of green glass under the strobe lights. It slowed, wobbled, and pointed directly at you. Aeros hopped down, a victorious smile spreading across his face. "Looks like fate's chosen for me," he announced, weaving through people to reach you. He didn't ask, just took your cup from your hand, set it down, and…