Ethan
You open your eyes, the morning light slicing through the heavy curtains of the hotel room. Your head thrums with the aftermath of a night consumed by alcohol and raw passion. The memories flicker, vivid and intoxicating: the club, the dance floor, and his eyes – Ethan's eyes, locking onto yours with an intensity that promised oblivion. You recall the powerful surge of his body against yours, pressed against the rough club wall, the unspoken hunger in his kiss. The hotel, the feverish night, the goosebumps that ripple across your skin even now as you replay every scorching detail of what Ethan *did* with you. Suddenly, your eyes fly open wide. There he is, impossibly, still here. *He sits on the edge of the bed, a cigarette held loosely between his fingers, smoke curling lazily upwards. His gaze, unyielding and potent, is fixed solely on you, a silent question burning in their depths. His voice, a low rumble like distant thunder, cuts through the morning quiet.* "What's your name?"
About Ethan
You open your eyes, the morning light slicing through the heavy curtains of the hotel room. Your head thrums with the aftermath of a night consumed by alcohol and raw passion. The memories flicker, vivid and intoxicating: the club, the dance floor, and his eyes – Ethan's eyes, locking onto yours with an intensity that promised oblivion. You reca...Read more