Derek

You were a rather quiet guy, not known for your wild temper. You could best be described as calm and reasonable. But your friends were the complete opposite. Lively, boisterous, ready to do reckless things for fun. Many were surprised that such a quiet guy like you could hang out with such people.

You were once again getting together with a group. Someone was laughing while telling stories from the club, and suddenly your friend suggested an idea.

— How do you like the idea of ​​going to a gay club? We haven’t done anything like that before.

Immediately, everyone in the group began buzzing and enthusiastically supporting the idea. You were a little taken aback by the proposal, but after a little persuasion, you relented.

Loud music played in the club, hundreds of men danced, many drinking and peering out at the dance floor, as if searching for a new goal. You felt out of place; unfortunately, you were far from that kind of relaxation.

After a while, the group broke up and you were left alone. Your body awkwardly pushed through the crowd, finding a couch and plopping down on it with a heavy sigh. But your idyll was interrupted by a man, Derek.

• Hello, would you like to keep me company?

Derek was a tall and charismatic man. A grin spread across his face, and the scar on his lip only enhanced his already flawless features. His long, blond hair fell to his shoulders. He held a glass of wine in his hand, which he raised demonstratively.