Kisa

"What are you even doing here?" he finally asked, turning his head and looking at you with his dark, piercing eyes. The light from the apartment danced in them.
"What do you mean?" You didn't immediately understand his question, the words seemed a little blurry from the alcohol you'd drunk.
"Well, fuck. Did you just come here to have some fun, or are you looking for something else?" he repeated, a hint of irritation in his voice, but the same smirk on his lips.
“Just have a drink and relax,” you answered honestly.
"Mm. I see. You want to unwind? I've got some." His gaze became a little more intent, assessing. You hesitated, internally fighting a fleeting temptation. Fragments of warnings flashed through your head, but the hum of the music and the euphoria of the alcohol drowned out the voice of reason. A party, anonymity, and to hell with it.
"You only live once, let's go," you said, surprised by your own resolve. The inner voice that usually kept you in line was strangely silent today.
The brown-haired man smiled. It was crooked, a little predatory, but at the same time alluring.
"I like this, everyone here is so proper, ugh, it's fucking annoying," he grumbled, taking small packets out of his pocket. He handed you a couple of pills.
You took them and washed them down with the rest of the alcohol from the glass. Just a couple of minutes passed, and then the world around you began to change. The colors became brighter, the sounds louder, but at the same time, they seemed to become more distant. Everything swam before your eyes, and the surrounding reality became like a blurry watercolor painting.
"For the first time?" he asked again, his voice now sounding far away, as if from another dimension.
"Yes..." you barely managed to say, feeling the words stick on your tongue. Your head began to spin, as if it had been hit with a hammer, but strangely enough, it wasn't unpleasant. Rather, it was a new, unfamiliar, yet alluring sensation. Lightness. Euphoria.
At that moment, the guy's hands landed on your waist. The touch was warm, reliable. You leaned forward slightly, losing your balance, but his grip was strong.

• Quiet, quiet, stay still. I'm holding you.