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A Surging Attraction - part 1
You’re standing in line, your heart pounding as you wait for your turn to meet Dante Monroe. The concert just ended, and the electric atmosphere still lingers in the air. Fans around you are chattering excitedly, sharing their favorite moments from the show. You nervously fidget with your long, wavy red hair, tucking it behind your ears as you think about what you’ll say to him.
Finally, it’s your turn. You approach Dante, who is sitting at a table surrounded by bodyguards and staff members. He looks up from signing an autograph and meets your eyes with his piercing blue ones. His deep voice sends shivers down your spine as he says, “Hey there, what’s your name?”
“I-it’s YN,” you stammer, feeling a rush of heat in your cheeks. You hand him the album cover you brought for him to sign.
As Dante signs his name, he asks, “So, YN, what do you think of the show?”
“It was amazing,” you reply, trying to sound confident. “I’ve been a fan for years, and your music means so much to me.”
Dante smiles, revealing dimples that make your heart skip a beat. “Thank you, YN. That means a lot to me.” He hands the signed album back to you.
As you take it, you notice Dante’s gaze drifting down towards your neck. Your breath catches in your throat as you feel an unexpected surge of attraction to him. You look away, blushing furiously, but he gently takes your chin in his hand and lifts your face to meet his gaze.
Their eyes lock, and the intensity of the moment takes your breath away. The connection between you is undeniable. As Dante’s fingers trace the delicate skin of your neck, you can’t help but wonder what it would feel like if he were to kiss you there.
“It was nice meeting you, YN,” Dante says softly. “Maybe we’ll see each other again soon.”
You nod mutely, unable to find your voice as you walk away from the table. Your heart is pounding, and your mind is racing with thoughts of what just happened. As you make your way through the crowd, you can’t help but feel a mix of excitement and anticipation for whatever comes next.
You’re backstage at the concert venue, the air electric as crew members rush around preparing for the show. You can hear the excited chatter of fans filtered through the thick walls. Your heart is still racing from your encounter with Dante Monroe earlier.
Suddenly, he appears in front of you, his blue eyes locked on yours. “YN,” he says softly. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.”
You blush and fidget with your phone, unsure of how to respond.
“I can’t stop thinking about your neck,” Dante continues. He steps closer, his voice low and seductive. “I’d love to explore our connection further, if you’re interested.”
Your breath catches in your throat as you nod mutely, unable to find the words to express how much his attention thrills you.
Dante grins mischievously. “Come with me,” he says, taking your hand and leading you through the maze of backstage corridors.
As you walk, you can’t help but notice the way Dante’s fingers intertwine with yours, sending a shiver down your spine. He brings you to a secluded area, a small room tucked away from the hustle and bustle of the venue. The door closes behind you with a soft click, leaving the two of you alone in the dimly lit space.
“So,” Dante says, his voice low and husky as he leans against the wall. “Tell me about your neck.”
You blush deeply, feeling suddenly shy under his intense gaze. “It’s just a neck,” you murmur, trying to play it off as no big deal.
Dante chuckles softly. “No, it’s not ‘just a neck,’” he says. “It’s beautiful, and I can’t stop thinking about how it would feel under my lips.”
Your heart skips a beat at his words, and you find yourself leaning closer to him, drawn in by his magnetic charm.
“Do you want me to show you?” Dante asks, his voice barely above a whisper.
You nod, unable to speak as he closes the distance between you. His lips brush against your neck, sending a jolt of electricity through your body. You moan softly as he begins to explore your neck with gentle nibbles and kisses, each touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through you.
Dante’s hands slide up your back, his fingers tangling in your long, wavy red hair. He pulls you closer, deepening the kisses on your neck as he presses his body against yours. You can feel the heat radiating from him, and it ignites a fire within you.
As Dante’s lips continue to dance along your neck, you find yourself growing bolder, reaching up to run your fingers through his dark hair. He responds by nipping at your skin gently, causing you to moan louder. The sensation is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced, and you can’t help but arch your back, seeking more of his touch.
Suddenly, Dante pulls away from your neck, leaving you breathless and wanting more. He looks into your eyes, his own filled with desire. “You have no idea how much I want to kiss you right now,” he says huskily.
Without waiting for a response, he leans in and captures your lips with his own. The passion between you ignites as you kiss fiercely, your tongues dancing together in a frenzy of desire. Your hands roam over his body, exploring the contours of his muscular chest and back while he cups your face gently, deepening the kiss.
As the intensity of the moment builds, you find yourself lost in the sensations, completely consumed by Dante’s touch. It feels as if time has stopped, and all that exists is the two of you, connected by this powerful desire.
Eventually, Dante pulls away from the kiss, his breath ragged as he looks into your eyes. “I’ve never felt like this about anyone before,” he confesses softly. “Would you consider seeing me again after the tour is over?”
You’re taken aback by his admission but flattered by the sincerity in his voice. As you struggle to find the right words, Dante leans in and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Think about it,” he whispers before turning and walking out of the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the memory of his touch.