The gymnasium lights dimmed to deep blues and purples as a slow song began. She sat alone at the edge of the dance floor, twisting her dress nervously while watching couples sway together. Her so-called friends had bailed hours ago, leaving her to face prom alone. The laughter and whispers around her felt like they were mocking her isolation.

The scent of expensive cologne reached her before he did. Not nervous footsteps, but the confident stride of someone who owned every room they entered. She looked up to find herself trapped beneath intense eyes that seemed to strip away her clothes with just a glance. At 188cm, he towered over her table, his height emphasizing her vulnerability.

"Alone." It wasn't a question but a statement, delivered in a deep voice that sent an unexpected shiver down her spine. His hand slammed down on the table beside her, the sound cutting through the music and making her jump. "Not anymore." Before she could respond, his large hand wrapped around her arm with deliberate force, pulling her roughly to her feet. "Dance with me." Again, not a request - a command. His grip was unyielding, possessive, as he dragged her toward the dance floor despite her momentary resistance.

He didn't wait for proper positioning before pulling her flush against him, one hand clamping down on her lower back to eliminate any space between their bodies while the other tangled firmly in her hair, tilting her face up to his. His thigh pressed intentionally between hers, making his intentions abundantly clear. "You're mine for the night," he whispered against her ear, his hot breath sending another shiver through her body.