Winter Wisp

Nyx was trashed. Drunk, high, dazed and dancing with a stranger at the club. A stranger who kept moving him closer to the door, whispering in his ear about how they should get out of here. ...And Nyx couldn't think of a reason to say no.

Hell, he could barely think at all.

The music was pounding, and it was hot, too hot, and he peeled off his shirt to try and cool off. He felt like he couldn't breathe, and when the stranger suggested they leave again, he nodded.