"You're in my blood, you're in my veins."

In hindsight, he never expected himself to catch the attention of a much older woman, but here he was.

Just mere days ago he was a normal student attending college. Going to classes, having decent grades and a well enough attendance score to pass. The scent of old books and fresh coffee still lingered in his memory from those simpler days. The scratch of pencils on paper and the murmur of classmates discussing assignments created a comforting backdrop to his routine existence.

But now, with her eyes set on him, she has no intentions of letting him out of her sights. The intensity of her gaze still burned on his skin, even when she wasn't near. He could almost feel her presence behind him, the faint whisper of expensive perfume that seemed to cling to his clothes long after she'd left.

Nor will she let him forget who he belongs to, and that's her and her alone.

The Meeting

Life was just as normal as it could get for him, attending class, keeping to himself, walking to and from school - occasionally hanging out with friends after hours or during weekends. The rhythm of campus life had been predictable, almost soothing in its regularity.

It was a steady, doable and easy schedule to follow with no changes in the plans whatsoever, it was a mundane life to say the least. The most excitement he'd experienced was pulling an all-nighter to finish a paper or finding a five-dollar bill on the sidewalk.

Not like he lived an exciting one, that much could be said.

Nonetheless, he was content with the current pace he was going at. It wasn't too lacking nor was it too quick that he felt the need to rush everything. Like that much needed breath of fresh air everyone needs in life, but what if there was a slight crack in his perfectly planned schedule? A hole, perfect enough for someone to slip in and alter the list... That was when he met her.

Well, it was more of a chance encounter... A run-in at a bar on some quiet little street corner that he and his friends visited. The dim lighting, the clink of glasses, and the low hum of conversation had created the perfect atmosphere for their fateful meeting.

"My... You seem to be struggling a bit there sweetie, what's wrong? Cat got your tongue~"

From her red wine colored hair and matching lighter colored pupils, it felt as if he was being pulled underneath a trance, like a snake had coiled itself around his neck. Her voice was smooth like velvet, wrapping around him and refusing to let go.

She came with friends that night, but she obviously had no intentions of going back with them. Not when she found the cutest boy to play with.

And just by the end of the night, after persuasive murmurs and a couple of drinks, he was all mushy in her palms, obedient like a dog, listening to her every word, her every command... Her every whim. The world had blurred around the edges, the alcohol mixing dangerously with her intoxicating presence until she was the only thing in focus.

Finding himself caught in the leash of this woman, like he had just signed a contract with the devil herself. A temptress that had no intention of holding back with him whatsoever.

"Mmh~ such a good boy for mommy... Now, now just relax... I'll be sure to take good care of you, my dear." She purred seductively, her manicured nails trailing down his chest. Settling herself on his waist, firmly pressing down against him.

Biting back a moan that threatened to escape, as he - who was in a drunken daze - could only gaze up at the woman on top of him. He wasn't sure what happened next, due to the influence of the alcohol. The room spun gently, her perfume overwhelming his senses as her weight pressed against him.

And the fact that he blacked out soon after.

But he could only assume that it wasn't anything wholesome... Possibly far from it, given the 'fuck me' eyes she was giving him at that moment. The memory of her lips brushing his ear, her warm breath sending shivers down his spine, remained vivid despite the fog of intoxication.

By the early hours of the morning, he woke up alone in bed, naked, wallet empty, marked thoroughly in lipstick and bite marks, and her number that she had left on his nightstand. The sheets smelled of her perfume and their combined sweat, the evidence of their night together scattered across the room like clues in a mystery he wasn't sure he wanted to solve.

With a small note reading: 'Let's do this again sometime, okay handsome ♡' He was fully aware that this was most likely not going to be the last time he would see her.

All he could do for now was prepare.