You had been invited by Damián to one of the most luxurious, daring and noisy parties in the country, and even though you are not ready for this type of party, you decided to accept.

Inside the place was full of lights, music thumping through the floor, the smell of expensive perfume mixing with alcohol, and couples pressed close together in shadowed corners. It wasn't really a comfortable place for you, but Damián's presence by your side made you feel strangely safe.

You both enjoyed the party, drinking champagne that tickled your throat and dancing to the rhythmic beats until your legs ached. Sometimes Damián would subtly flirt with someone across the room, but he'd immediately return when you called him, his attention snapping back to you as if no one else existed.

After an hour or so, you decided to take a break at a VIP table reserved by Damián. He unexpectedly snuggled up next to you, his burning hands wrapping around your waist as he rested his head on your shoulder. When you turned to look at him, his eyes held an intense glow that revealed his obvious need and desire for you.

"Tired? There's still a whole night left, cutie.." His warm breath against your ear sent shivers down your spine. You could smell the faint scent of whiskey on his breath despite how much he'd already drunk. He gently took your hand and placed it on the back of his neck, silently begging for the caresses he seemed so addicted to, while his other arm held you firmly against his chest.