Lina groaned as consciousness seeped into her befuddled brain, a symphony of hammers pounding within her skull. The unfamiliar ceiling swirled above, as slivers of sunlight clawed through the semi-closed curtains, making her wince at their invasive luminosity. Her mouth felt arid, tongue sticking awkwardly to the roof - telltale signs of last night's heavy drinking. She rolled over, trying to gather her bearings when the mattress shifted beside her. Panic skirted up her spine as she turned her head gingerly and encountered an undeniably naked {{user}} nestled in the sheets next to her. Her eyes widened in shock, a bleak realization sinking into her stomach like lead: their clothes were strewn around the room like casualties of a wardrobe war. Lina frantically tried to piece together fragmented memories from the previous evening - the welcome party she'd been begrudgingly dragged to, shot after shot poured by overly eager seniors, the blur of faces and music...but nothing led her to this moment. "Fuck," she whispered under her breath, as if articulating it out loud would cement the reality of it all. She wracked her brain for some semblance of recollection but came up empty. Every inch of Lina's being rejected this scenario; it was against everything she stood for. As a breeze from the partially open window brushed against her bare skin, all Lina could think was how alien this room felt, how consequential this unintended liaison might be for someone with secrets like hers. She carefully extricated herself from the bed without disturbing {{user}}, piecing her outfit back together over her naked body with hands that trembled faintly. Guilt gnawed at her - not for herself but for involving him in the mess that was her life without so much as knowing his name or remembering his face from the night before. What had she done? Who had he been to her mere hours ago? Once dressed, Lina caught sight of herself in the mirror; she looked every bit as wrecked as she felt. An idea sparked in desperation: she could use magic to unearth what transpired, but no, involving magic would only complicate matters further. Instead, she scribbled down a note on hotel stationery: 'I'm sorry I don't remember anything from last night. If we need to talk about it when you wake up here's my number.' She hesitated only briefly before setting down the pen.

Her body arched involuntarily as his mouth covered hers, sending jolts of awareness screaming through her system. She fought the instinct to respond, instead focusing on keeping herself distant and aloof, lest she lose control entirely. It was a losing battle; his lips were soft yet demanding, teasing at hers until they parted in surrender. Her eyes drifted shut, as sensations cascaded over her, tangling together in a heady mix of lust and guilt.

She tried to remember his name but came up blank. Even with that knowledge erased from her mind, she couldn't deny the pull he had on her, the way he made her feel wanton and free despite the confines of this strange bedroom. His fingers trailed up her spine, tickling as they reached lower, skimming along her bra line before cupping her breast with a possessive grip that

Her heart fluttered at the feel of his breath against her skin and the weight of him pinning her to the bed, but she forced herself to pull away, stumbling out of reach before she could lose herself entirely. She'd never been so reckless with someone she barely knew; it was uncharacteristic and terrifying in equal measure. "I-I should go," she managed to choke out, struggling to keep her voice steady as the reality of their situation crashed down around them. "We don't know each other." "Then let's change that," he murmured, pushing himself up onto one elbow and running a hand through his disheveled hair. His eyes were hungry and intense; it seemed impossible for him to conceive of anything but spending more time with her. Lina looked away, feeling exposed under his unwavering scrutiny. "Please stay."

The corners of her mouth twitched at his words, and she resisted the urge to laugh nervously. "I'm sure we don't want whatever happened last night turning into something more permanent," she said carefully, searching for an excuse that would ease their way out of this predicament without sounding too callous.

"But it feels like we know each other somehow," he persisted, reaching out to touch her cheek gently with the pad of his thumb. "Like we were meant to be together." His eyes held hers captive, and she could feel herself starting to melt under their intense scrutiny. She wanted to believe him; it was intoxicating how easily he seemed to have affected her. But the knowledge that he couldn't possibly understand the weight of her secrets kept her from fully succumbing.

"Maybe we can...see each other again sometime," she managed to say after a brief pause, her voice thin and uncertain even to her ears. "We don't have to decide anything now." It was the most she could offer without revealing more than she was willing to, and it felt like such a paltry compromise in the face of his sincerity. But he seemed satisfied with that, nodding slowly as if considering the idea before leaning forward and brushing his lips against hers once more in what was meant to be a chaste kiss goodbye. His warm breath caressed her skin, sending shivers down her spine as she felt herself respond despite knowing they shouldn't. She held back, letting him take the lead this time while she tried to regain some semblance of control over herself and her feelings for the young man who had somehow wormed his way into her heart in a single drunken night.

She tried to resist as he pulled her closer, their lips pressing together hungrily, tongues dueling in a dance that seemed almost rehearsed despite its passionate fervor. Her fingers tangled in his hair, digging into the skin along his scalp as she surrendered fully to this moment, lost in the heat of his touch and the feel of his body pressed against hers. His scent was addictive, like a drug that made her want more with every inhalation, every exhale. And as he deepened the kiss, his mouth moving hungrily against hers, she could taste herself on him, the flavor spiking desire through her already flushed skin like an electric current.

With a moan, she arched into him, desperate for more of this connection, needing to feel his weight and heat as if it would anchor her to reality amidst the chaos that always seemed to surround her

Her fingers dug into his shoulders as she returned the kiss with an intensity that left her breathless, lips parting further as their tongues tangled and danced in a syncopated rhythm that made everything else fade away until there was nothing but this moment, nothing but him. He tasted like liquor and sin, and she couldn't get enough, couldn't stop herself from wanting more of the forbidden pleasure he offered so freely. The bed shifted beneath them as their bodies moved together in a frenzied symphony of lust and need, her hips grinding against his erection in an unspoken request for release, for satisfaction, for something more than this fleeting connection.

Her fingers deftly undid the button on his jeans, the cool air caressing his skin as she pulled the denim down past his hips, revealing him to her eager gaze. He was hard and perfect,

Her fingers deftly undid the button on his jeans, the cool air caressing his skin as she pulled the denim down past his hips, revealing him to her eager gaze. He was hard and perfect, straining toward her outstretched hand like a magnet drawn to steel. Her mouth watered as she wrapped her fingers around him, stroking in a slow, sensual rhythm that sent shudders of pleasure through his body and into hers. His breath hitched, growing ragged as he arched into her touch, eyes glazing over with need.

She could feel the heat between her legs building too, an aching pressure that seemed to grow more insistent by the moment. She tore her lips from his long enough to pull off her own clothes in a frenzy of haste, revealing herself to him in all her naked glory. His eyes raked over her body appreciatively,

Her heart raced as his gaze consumed her, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. She shivered with desire, her body arching toward him involuntarily, seeking his touch like an extension of herself. "We...we could be more than friends," she whispered hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the pounding of their hearts and the rush of blood in her ears.

His eyes met hers for a long moment, filled with hunger and promise as he lowered himself onto her, pressing his hard length against her moist entrance. She gasped at the contact, the sensation so overwhelmingly intense that it left her breathless. His hands moved to her hips, pulling her into alignment before pushing forward slowly, easing himself inside inch by exquisite inch until he was buried deep within her. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she felt him

Her back arched off the bed as he bottomed out inside her, pressing against something deep and unyielding within herself. She cried out, overwhelmed by the force of their connection, the raw power that thrummed between them like livewires. His hands slid upward to grasp her breasts roughly, pinching and rolling her nipples into tight peaks as he began to move, his hips undulating with a sensual rhythm that drove her wild.

Her nails raked down his back in response, leaving trails of red against his skin. Her legs wrapped around him, holding him close as she lost herself in the moment, giving in to the pleasure he was drawing from her and taking for himself. Their bodies moved together in perfect synchrony, a dance of lust and need so consuming that nothing else mattered but this connection, this unspoken understanding that they belonged together, even if it was

Her breath came in ragged gasps as he thrust deeper and faster into her, his hips slapping against hers with a desperate rhythm that drove them both closer to the edge. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, leaving bruises as she held onto him for dear life, desperate not to lose this fleeting connection that had somehow come to mean everything. Her legs trembled beneath him, muscles tensing in preparation for what was sure to be an explosive release, the pressure building inside her until it felt like it would tear her apart from the inside out if she didn't let go soon.

"Kane!" She cried out his name like a prayer, feeling her own orgasm barreling down on her, taking her words and thoughts along with it as she surrendered completely to the pleasure he wrought within her. He followed seconds later, his body tensing violently above hers as he released himself deep into her body

Her cries echoed in the room as he continued to thrust into her, their bodies moving together with a primal frenzy that left no doubt of their connection. Her nails raked down his back once more, drawing blood and leaving marks on his skin, but she barely registered the pain beneath the haze of pleasure that clouded her mind. She wanted more of this oblivion, more of him; it was as if they'd been meant to be together all along, destined to find each other in this unlikely place at this impossible moment.

As his thrusts grew deeper and wilder, she felt herself spiraling out of control, the sensations building inside her until she thought she might explode from the intensity. But even then, he didn't stop, not until their bodies were both spent and quivering with aftershocks of pleasure. Only then did he collapse on top of her, his weight pinning her to

Her lungs burned as she struggled to draw breath beneath the weight of his body, stars dancing in front of her vision as she fought against the encroaching darkness. Her legs wrapped around him tighter, her hips bucking upward in silent demand for more even as she knew they were both spent. The sheets twisted and tangled around them, their skin slick with sweat and each other's essence, and still he moved within her, his pace growing even faster now that he knew the depth of her desire. Her nails dug into his back again, leaving long trails of blood in their wake as she held on for dear life, refusing to let go until this connection was severed, until they both came down from the high they had so willingly chased together. But even as her body screamed for release, part of her relished in this moment, in the knowledge that he was hers,

Her body arched upward as his hips pressed against hers one final time, driving him deeper inside than ever before. Her voice escaped her throat in a choked moan that mingled with the sound of their labored breathing and the slapping of skin on skin. Her nails raked down his back once more as he collapsed atop her, heavy and satisfied. The pressure within her built again, spiraling upward like an untamed beast set loose from its cage, promising a release that seemed almost too intense to bear. But it was only the echoes of their shared pleasure, a lingering sensation that faded with time as reality began to seep back in around them.