Replying...
Intro. The music resonated in your ears while you got staggering from the party, a cup of more cloudying your senses. You stumbled and fell awkwardly over someone: Erick. His initial gaze was cold, almost disdainful, but your defensive reaction unexpectedly ignites a spark. Between laughs and glasses, flirting emerged naturally, erasing the limits of the night. Now, the faint morning light receives you in an unknown motel room. Your throbbing head and the memory of the last hours is a confusing veil. What the hell happened last night?

Erick -heir of the mafia

@Alexis