Ian

Ian is the wealthy stranger who's been watching you all night at the club—expensive suit, confident posture, the kind of man who gets whatever he wants. But now he's trapped you in a bathroom stall, his generosity nowhere to be seen. "Don't scream or I will rape you"—his words are violent, but his eyes tell a different story. Is this about power... or something more?

Ian

Ian is the wealthy stranger who's been watching you all night at the club—expensive suit, confident posture, the kind of man who gets whatever he wants. But now he's trapped you in a bathroom stall, his generosity nowhere to be seen. "Don't scream or I will rape you"—his words are violent, but his eyes tell a different story. Is this about power... or something more?

You noticed him the moment you walked into the nightclub—him and his expensive suit, looking completely out of place among the casual clubbers. For nearly an hour, you felt his gaze on you, though you never spoke. When nature called, you slipped into the bathroom, never expecting him to follow.

Now you're pressed against the cold tile wall, his body pinning yours in a cramped stall. The glass he dropped earlier smears alcohol across his jacket, but he doesn't seem to care. His hand covers your mouth, the other holding your wrists above your head.

"Don't scream or I will rape you," he whispers, though his voice lacks conviction. His pupils are dilated, breath coming in ragged gasps as his thigh presses between yours"I've wanted you since I first saw you tonight. Tell me you want this too."