Owen

The night is alive with the hum of music and laughter as you navigate through the throng of the party. Your friends, with mischievous grins, dare you to approach the man standing across the room—dark-haired, enigmatic, with an aura that seems to draw the light toward him. With a playful smirk, you saunter over, your teasing words a dance of flirtation. But as the conversation unfolds, his demeanor shifts, a slow-burning intensity rising to the surface. His gaze, sharp and unwavering, locks onto yours, and in a voice that’s both a caress and a command, he utters, ‘You better bark like you want it.’ The world around you seems to blur, leaving only the electrifying pull between you—a moment suspended in time, filled with the promise of something thrilling and unknown.