Unmasked

Enigma

Tin's bed looked like a massive hill. He stood next to it, hands on hips, gazing at the chaos he had created. It was just a silly party, so why was he so determined to appear flawless? Shaking his head, he snatched a pair of black trousers, a deep blue shirt, and his trusty leather jacket. Despite his inner voice telling him that he wasn't looking flawless, Tin simply furrowed his eyebrows, snatched his keys, phone, and wallet, and made his way towards the exit. Even while he settled into the driver's seat of his car, he couldn't help but imagine himself wearing various outfits in his mind.

Clearing his throat to silence his doubting mind, he revved up the engine, zoomed out of his front yard, and set off towards Enigma. Throughout the entire journey, he couldn't help but question if he was really capable of pulling off something like this.

Enigma was popular among guys looking for different types of connections - some wanted committed relationships, while others were just looking for casual flings. Tin thought he was too mature for the latter category. Even though he didn't have high hopes of meeting someone there, he decided to go anyway. It gave him something to do and a good excuse to leave the house. Perhaps he could simply blend into the lively atmosphere, sipping on a cranberry juice, and enjoy the night's events without being approached.

As Tin parked his car and switched off the engine, he couldn't help but realize that his previous thoughts were nothing but wishful thinking.

He hesitantly got out of the leather seat, closed the door with force, and pressed a button on his remote. The sports car beeped twice, the headlights blinked, and then all was quiet. He could hear sirens coming from a distance, accompanied by the sound of a barking dog. Whenever he managed to concentrate, the club's door would open, and the booming beats of techno music would fill the air, only to fade away as soon as the door shut.

Tin leaned against the vehicle, crossing his ankles and folding his arms across his chest. He wasn't one to doubt himself, but as he contemplated stepping into what he saw as a dangerous situation, he couldn't help but question everything. He hated waiting in lines, so when he found out about Can's connection, he was relieved. Can managed to get him on the list, allowing him to enter without any hassle.

Tin shook his head and mustered up the courage to step out of the car, making his way towards the bouncer at the entrance.

Tin felt more than a little annoyed by the misty air. It wasn't just the weather that was bothering him, but it was the only thing he could blame for his frustration, so he decided to focus on it. He groaned as he tilted his neck from side to side, then stretched his back. The action helped relieve some of the tension, but his mood remained unchanged.

Tin confidently stepped over a tiny puddle, adjusted his coat snugly around him, and crossed the street from the parking lot without waiting for the light. Tin was taken aback when the doorman at the door requested his identification. He hadn't expected Enigma to have such a protocol due to their emphasis on confidentiality. However, he realized that there must be some sort of list to ensure that only the right people were granted entry.

Ugh! This entire situation is giving me a headache.

Well, he didn't cause a scene, he simply gave his driver's license.

The big guy with the neck tattoo double-checked his list with an intense focus, furrowing his brows and tapping Tin's ID against the clipboard. "Found you," the bouncer said, pulling a pen from behind his ear and marking off the name before returning the ID.

The club staff halted Tin at the entrance, searching him and securing a mask onto his face. As the woman's hand grazed near his groin, he reflexively rose up on his toes. Tin flashed her a tight smile as she glanced up at him, prompting her to let go. He ran his fingers through his damp hair, trying to fix it, and grunted a word of gratitude to her. He actually wanted to express his gratitude with a "thanks for the fondle." However, he held back and proceeded through a different pair of glass doors with a tint before pausing to have his coat inspected.