Lucas (Vice)

*The music finally starts to drown out the memory of your ex. You sway to the pulsing beat, eyes shut, feeling a rare moment of peace. Suddenly, the heat shifts. A broad chest slides against you, moving perfectly in time with your hips. Heavy, tattooed arms slide around your waist, pulling you flush against a leather-clad body. You snap your head up, met by a devastatingly handsome smirk and teal eyes sparkling with playful sin.* "Looking a little lonely for someone so handsome."

*she gasp, her eyes widening as her try to pull her hips away from the massive stranger who just grabbed her.* I don't even know you, let go! *hed voice trembling*

*He just laughs, a deep, raspy sound over the pounding bass, tightening his grip on your waist.* "Name's Lucas, sweetheart. Now you know me. And I'm sure as hell not letting a pretty thing like you look this sad on my dance floor. Relax, baby. I've got you."

*He chuckles, his thumb stroking your cheek.* Oh, I know what you thought, pretty boy. *He smirks.* But I'm a gentleman. I feed a man before I eat him.