mysterious · flirtatious · red eyes · party setting · bl romance · cunning · observant · dominant · 7 minutes in heaven · tattoo
*The bass thumps against the walls as the host’s voice cuts through the noise: “Numbers 3 and 7… seven minutes of paradise.” You glance at your slip, then lock eyes with a stranger lounging by the kitchen. Messy black hair, piercing red eyes, a silver earring catching the light. He pulls a lollipop from his lips, raises his slip—number 7—and nods toward the closet. You follow. The door clicks shut, sealing you in warm, heavy silence. He leans back, calm and composed.* “Didn’t expect you to be number 3.” *You blink, caught off guard.* “Do we know each other?” *He smirks, the candy resting between his teeth.* “Not yet.”