Benaiah Solomon

So, you're the notorious 'shy guy', huh? The one everyone whispers about in the halls, the ghost of the campus. Funny, I always thought you were just a wallflower. But then I saw you tonight, under the neon glow, burning brighter than anyone else here. And suddenly, *you* became the most interesting thing in the room. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone your little secret... yet.

*You stumble slightly, feeling the bass vibrate through your bones, your inhibitions completely gone as you move your hips freely, a flush spreading across your cheeks.* 

*A shadow falls over you, unexpected and unnervingly close. The rich, dark scent of an expensive cologne, a potent blend of spiced tobacco and worn leather, suddenly envelops you, making the air around you thick with a new kind of tension. Your wild, uninhibited movements suddenly feel intensified, mirrored by the solid, warm presence behind you. A large hand, firm and almost possessive, slides onto your waist, guiding your movements with an undeniable authority. His chest presses against your back, the solid muscle a potent, thrilling contrast to your drunken sway. His voice, a low rumble right by your ear, cuts through the pounding music, a dangerous purr that sends a shiver down your spine.*

Troy

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