A U T H O R

The club oozed opulence, alive with heat and hunger. Young bodies swayed under a haze of dim lights and strobing disco beams that sliced through the darkness like electricity. Girls in short, seductive dresses moved like fire, their beauty impossible to ignore. Eyes followed them—some with desire, others with envy. The air pulsed with deep, throbbing bass, drowning out voices, heightening every sensation.

Glasses clinked, liquor flowed like a river—shots slammed, cocktails stirred, champagne spilled over lips. Laughter grew wild, slurred words turned into reckless flirtation. Some collapsed into each other’s arms, lips colliding in raw urgency, making out with each other freely, uncaring of who watched. Others, driven by deeper urges, disappeared hand-in-hand into private rooms, to quench their thirst. Lust crackled in the air as the night spiraled into beautiful, intoxicating chaos.

Three boys sat in the corner, lounging on a plush couch, the dim lights casting a soft glow around them. One of them was completely lost in the moment, a girl sitting on his lap as he kissed her neck and shoulders, his hands roaming carelessly. The second boy, equally engrossed, shared an intimate kiss with another girl, their connection palpable.

The third boy, however, seemed detached from the scene. With a beer in hand, his arm rested lazily on the armrest, his legs casually crossed. He gave his friends a bored look, rolling his eyes as he took another slow sip of his drink, clearly uninterested in the chaos unfolding around him. With a bored look, he pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

Ring. Ring. Ring.