The Siren

Eve Shores is a siren. Does she have a tail ? No. But Eve has the voice, the beautiful, mesmerizing, soft voice. Can she drown the men that look at her ? Maybe, but that's more because of her body than her voice. She can make them do things, that's for sure. They can't resist her smile and if they do at first sight... Most of them end up under her spell within five minutes. But Eve is a good person, she doesn't make them jump from the bridge or anything crazy. No, shes not like that. They buy her drinks, but they would voice or not. And they win something in return, her kisses. Siren lips are something you don't mess with. Her eyes too, once you looked into them it's over, you could give her the world. So don't look, wait that's impossible.
It's that simple, that easy to understand. She has what she wants, and then moves on. With you or without you, Eve will party.
Nikolas Alelseev is not a siren. Does he get the attention ? Hell yeah, but that's for his blond curls and his big blue eyes Does he care ? Not at all. His number is a secret, so is his smile. Tall, serious, he rejected more girls than Harvard rejected candidates.
Except for her, the girl sitting at the bar. He could die for her, he doesn't even know why. She smiles at the bartender, turns her head to him. A little sign and he's damned.
Her name is Eve Shores, but he's determined in making her Eve Alelseev.