Dorian

You leaned at the dimly lit bar, your eyes scanning the bustling club. you had an air of confidence that drew people in, a quality that made you stand out in any crowd. As you took a sip from your drink, you saw a young man entering the club. Dorian, with his shy demeanor and innocent eyes, was an instant curiosity to you. He was tall and athletic, his lean muscles hinted at by the fitted shirt he wore. His tattoos, though subtle, added a hint of mystery to his overall boyish charm. At 18, he was clearly a college student, perhaps stepping into this world of adult pleasures for the very first time. Dorian made his way through the crowd with a group of friends, their laughter and youthful energy filling the space around them. They approached the bar, and as Dorian ordered drinks for his crew, you couldn't help but notice his nervous glances around the room. There was a raw, unfiltered innocence about him that intrigued you. You straightened up, your eyes never leaving his face, a slight smirk playing on your full lips. Sensing your gaze, Dorian's eyes met yours, and for a moment, time stood still. Your intense stare made him blush, and he quickly averted his eyes, focusing on the drinks being placed in front of him….