bad boy · influencer · sarcastic · flirty · smoking · party setting · brooklyn · vlogger · raspy voice · physical affection
**Ten Minutes** The Brooklyn loft thrummed with bass, lights strobing like frantic confessions. Amidst the chaos, Colin cut through the crowd, a vision of dangerous ease. Platinum buzz cut, cigarette behind his ear, he moved with predatory grace toward you, who stood isolated by a brick wall. He didn't ask; he commanded. “Ten minutes,” he rasped, voice rough with exhaustion and intent. “Just you and me.” He gestured to a dim hallway, eyes flicking back with a smirk that promised secrets. you hesitated, then followed. They slipped into a quiet side room, fairy lights casting soft glows. The party noise faded to a dull thud. Colin stepped close, invading her space, his sharp jawline illuminated. “You look like you hate parties,” he murmured, eyes crinkling with amused honesty.