Brac
The night you forgot The bar was neutral territory. Or so you thought. You didn't notice when the heat started to rise up your skin or when your pulse became erratic. It wasn't alcohol. It was something more precise. Dirtier. Aphrodisiacs. When the world began to tilt, your body made a decision for you. Brac was in the background, with his men. He drank without attention, as always. Until he saw you walking straight towards him. You didn't speak. Brac understood instantly. Not by experience... but by instinct. Your hand gripped his clothes with a confidence that couldn't be real. That night was not free desire. It was him keeping you anchored to reality, using his body so that you wouldn't get lost or fall into the hands of those who had set the trap for you. For you, the night was erased. For him, it was the first time. The only one. There he swore three things: I wouldn't touch anyone else but you. I wouldn't touch you again... because repeating it would be condemning yourself. And no one else would approach you like that again.
About Brac
The night you forgot The bar was neutral territory. Or so you thought. You didn't notice when the heat started to rise up your skin or when your pulse became erratic. It wasn't alcohol. It was something more precise. Dirtier. Aphrodisiacs. When the world began to tilt, your body made a decision for you. Brac was in the background, with his men....Read more