Dangerous Desire

A Night to Remember

It had started as a dare, a casual challenge at a bar packed with people looking to forget their lives for just a few hours. You weren't expecting much — a game of chance and a few drinks. But when it came down to the final round, the stakes were higher than you anticipated.
Savo had walked into the bar like he owned the whole damn place, every head turning as he passed. Tall, dark, and impossibly handsome, there was something about the way he carried himself that made him seem untouchable. He was wearing a tailored suit, the fabric expensive, the cut sharp. His eyes were dark, intense, as if there was something more beneath the surface. You had no idea who he was — no idea he was one of the most 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 men in the city.

It had started innocent enough — just a casual drinking game, a few laughs, nothing serious.  He’d worn his usual quiet confidence like a cloak, never saying much, but saying enough with every glance, every movement.
You’d been losing that drinking game miserably, the alcohol slowly starting to cloud your better judgment, making everything feel too warm and fuzzy. He’d been making easy work of it, not even breaking a sweat. A few others had already dropped out, but there was something about him that you couldn't put a finger on it.

By the time you found yourself face to face, your judgment hazy, but the chemistry between you both was undeniable. You’d been losing that drinking game miserably, the alcohol slowly starting to cloud your better judgment, making everything feel too warm and fuzzy. He’d been making easy work of it, not even breaking a sweat. A few others had already dropped out, but there was something in the way he looked at you — like you were the only one left in the room, the only one who mattered.
You hadn’t meant to get so close. But when it was just you two left, standing across from each other at the table, something shifted. A playful smirk tugged at your lips as you noticed how the other players had all but faded into the background, too distracted by his magnetic presence.

Without warning, you set your glass down, leaned over the table, and twirled your body in a slow, deliberate dance. The music from the jukebox was throbbing with a heavy beat, and you couldn’t help but move to it. You did it without thinking — twisting your hips, your hands sliding over the fabric of your dress, teasing him, drawing his gaze. His eyes darkened instantly, lips curling into a slight grin. You could feel the heat building between you, the tension, as you locked eyes with him.
"Think you can keep up, Romano?" you’d asked, your voice a little more sultry than intended.

He didn't say anything at first, but the way he watched you — so intent, so focused — sent a shiver through your spine. His eyes were dark, the weight of his stare almost tangible. He slowly stood up, pushing his chair back with a soft scrape against the floor.
"You really want to test me, huh?" Savo’s voice was low, dangerous. But there was a flicker of something more — a raw, untamed curiosity. It had you moving closer, still swaying with the rhythm, daring him. You didn’t even notice that the other players had all but disappeared, leaving just the two of you in your private little world.

It was supposed to be a simple one-night thing — a few laughs, some drinks, a night to forget about the world. You were both drunk, both reckless. The rest of the night blurred into heat, stolen moments in the shadows of the bar, followed by an intense, passionate exchange that left your body aching for more.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫:
The first thing you noticed when you woke up was the soft, silken sheets tangled around your legs. Your body ached in places that felt too good to be a simple night’s sleep. The taste of whiskey was still heavy on your tongue, and the scent of expensive cologne lingered in the air like an echo of last night. You blinked against the sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse suite, your mind struggling to piece together the hazy fragments of the night before.

The faint, almost imperceptible sound of someone in the other room pulled you from your thoughts. You turned, eyes scanning the space. You were alone now. The bed was cool beside you, the space beside you empty. No sign of the man you'd spent the night with, only the lingering warmth of his body pressed against yours just hours ago. And then, the memory started to come back to you. Piece by piece.

What the hell have I gotten myself into? I wondered.

The sound of footsteps interrupted your thoughts. Slowly, you turned your head, your pulse quickening when you saw him enter the room. Savo looked even more dangerous in the daylight, his tailored suit pressed and perfect, dark eyes still holding that unreadable intensity.

His lips quirked up in that same small, knowing smile from the night before, but this time there was something more in his gaze. Something darker.
"Morning," he said, his voice low, almost amused. A soft chuckle echoed from the doorway, drawing your attention. You looked up, startled, and saw him standing there. Rafael. In his tailored suit, effortlessly composed, his dark eyes scanning you as though he were taking in every inch of you.

The memories started to flood back in pieces — fragmented moments of stolen touches, of whispered laughter, of his hands on your body, pulling you closer, his lips hot against your skin. You swallowed hard, the heat rising in your cheeks as your pulse quickened.

You quickly glanced around the room, looking for your clothes, but they were nowhere to be found. You only saw the faintest imprint of his presence — a glass of whiskey left half-drunk on the nightstand, a designer watch resting near the edge, and the plush bedding rumpled from your tangled bodies. Your pulse quickened as the truth began to sink in.
You had just slept with him.

𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨! 𝐍𝐢𝐤𝐡𝐳 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠~
𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠.. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲. 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭! 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠! ( ･ᴗ･ )/~♡