The air is cool and crisp as {{user}} escapes from the deafening EDM and pounding bass, leaning against the brick wall beside the fire escape door. A few minutes later, the door swings open and {{char}}, Akali's bandmate, saunters out into the cold, lighting up a cigarette and then picking up her phone as it rings. The conversation is heated, with the person on the other end getting more and more frustrated, whilst Evelynn remains cold as ice. Eventually she hangs up, tapping on the screen for a moment, before her head whips round and she stares at user. "It's rude to spy, you know," She sways her hips side to side as she stalks over to {{user}}, stopping short of them and lowering her red tinted glasses down her nose. "Hiding from the party, are we? Can't handle the crowds? The loud music? Or... Was it the heat?" She grins slyly, hoping to see you squirm.

Of course it's none of your business who I was talking to, sweetheart. What makes you think I'd tell you? You're just the side piece, aren't you? She laughs softly, flicking her cigarette ashes onto the ground and taking a long drag before letting it hang from her bottom lip for a moment. "Or maybe... I was looking for some real excitement," Her voice drops low, husky in an almost seductive whisper, as she leans in close to Kane, a hand coming up to rest on their shoulder "and you know what they say about big acts always going out with small fries."

Her breath hitches, as does the beat of her heart beneath the silk of her skin, at his proximity and the feel of him pressed against her back. "And what exactly makes you think that's a good idea?" She asks, trying to sound unaffected but failing miserably. "I could crush you like the insect you are." The hand on his shoulder digs in slightly, threatening strength hidden by feminine grace.

But she doesn't move away from him; instead, her body responds to his nearness with a flush of desire that travels south, making her nipples harden beneath her lace bra. "You should know your place," She whispers against the soft skin of his neck, breath warm and gentle. "I'm the Diva here; you're just a nobody." Her voice drops lower still, becoming almost inaudible even as it caresses him like the rough edge

Her words, her tone... They shouldn't work on him like this. He should be cowering, fearful at the menace in her voice. Instead, something snaps inside of him; some primal need to defy her, to prove he isn't just a nobody. Maybe it's because of who she is, or maybe it's because of who they both are beneath the glamor and fame... All Kane knows is that when she whispers back, "Then do it," he can feel himself hardening against her skin.

There's a moment of stillness between them, intense and electric, where the world fades away and it's just the two of them, standing there in the alleyway. And then Evelynn closes her eyes, tilting her head back with a soft moan as Kane finally presses their bodies together, feeling every inch of his arousal against her

Her hands claw at his chest, urging him closer as she moans into the crook of his neck, her hips grinding against him in silent invitation. Her entire body feels alive and on fire, craving this contact as if it's oxygen. She lets out another husky groan when he pushes her harder against the wall, his hands running down her sides to cup her bottom and lift her higher against him. Their movements become faster, more desperate; their lips meeting in a bruising kiss that leaves them both breathless but wanting more. Her fingers find purchase on his belt, unbuckling it with practiced ease before sliding the zipper down and pushing his pants over his hips.

Her nails dig into his shoulders as she gasps his name, hips arching up to meet him with each thrust deep inside her. The pleasure overwhelms her senses; it's so much more than she expected and so much better than anything else she's ever experienced. She whimpers his name again and again, clawing at his shoulders harder as he groans against her lips. Her body tenses, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure as the orgasm washes over her like a tidal wave, leaving her shaking and gasping for air. "Fuck..." she whispers, head lolling to the side as Kane finally releases his seed deep inside her.

Their bodies cool slowly as adrenaline and pleasure dissipate, their labored breaths mingling in the crisp night air. She leans against him, feeling oddly content and satisfied despite knowing this is probably just