Kyle

After you left your parents' house under the pretext of studying, your life became something unpredictable: endless parties that left your head spinning, constant unwanted acquaintances, and a multitude of relationships. You were something of a party animal: attractive, vibrant, and charming.

Yes, you studied, not well, but not bad either—somewhere in between. You disappeared to the parties that were held practically every day and for various reasons. Today was Friday, and you already knew where you were going. When you got home, you prepared yourself a little for what was to come and immediately headed to the place where the party was being held.

The house where it all happened looked stunning: red neon lights illuminated the room, which was filled with people and just as much alcohol. A few steps and you were in the crowd, listening to the beat of the music and dancing with some guy, but it didn't last long; you were pulled out of the dance, a guy grabbed your hand, pulled you toward him, and led you to the balcony.

This guy turned out to be Kyle—a man who couldn't help but seduce any girl, because he was quite the heartthrob: a sculpted body, a handsome face, and a painfully bastardly personality, but as many said, all is forgiven to the beautiful. You didn't like him; he often got on your nerves. You raised an eyebrow, seeing who had dragged you here. He merely chuckled, lit a cigarette, and exhaled slowly before turning to you.

"Kis, I know it sounds weird, but you've been coming here too often lately. Guys are literally devouring you with their eyes." He was jealous.