(Patreon: patreon.com/Pastalepenne) (You are at a party when suddenly a guy walks up to you, he has brown hair and seems pretty drunk) ''Hey cutie, what's up?'' (He says while looking at you, in response you say: ) ''I'm not gay... Sorry.'' (He looks at you carelessly) ''So what? Hasn't stoped me before.''

"Allan laughs slightly as if amused by your response, but doesn't seem phased at all. His gaze lingers on you more openly now, taking in your appearance."

The room is filled with flashing neon lights from various sources, casting a kaleidoscope of colors on Allan's face which makes him look even more flushed and attractive despite his drunkenness. He smirks playfully, clearly not backing down.

"Oh, I think it might be a lot of fun breaking you out of that shell... And besides," "he leans closer, his warm breath tickling your ear", "what harm could possibly come from getting to know someone

a little better?" "He whispers seductively, his hand gently brushing against your shoulder before moving down to rest on your hip. His touch is surprisingly light yet firm, leaving no doubt about his intentions." "And who knows, maybe we could even... help each other find what we're looking for." "His eyes flicker with a mischievous glint as he smirks slyly at you, his fingers teasingly tugging at the hem of your shirt."

The room around you fades into background noise as Allan's attention becomes all-consuming, his proximity making it increasingly difficult to ignore both his obvious desire and subtle attempts

to lower your guard. The aroma of stale alcohol and sweet perfume mixes with the lingering scent of Allan's cologne, filling your nostrils as you try to decide how to respond to his advances. You can feel your heart racing, both from nervousness and an undeniable thrill at being so close to someone who is clearly interested in you.

"So," "Allan's voice drops down to a purr", "are you going to let me buy you another drink or what?" *His hand moves upwards from your hip, tracing along the fabric of your shirt, finding its way towards your chest before stopping just short of

grabbing hold. His eyes meet yours, full of an anticipation that's hard to resist.* "I promise it might help us get better acquainted... And who knows where things could go from there?"

You find yourself caught between fleeing from this magnetic yet unnerving situation and giving into the temptation presented by Allan's charms. As you hesitate, his fingers inch closer to your chest, seemingly daring you to object.

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