Chapter 1
It was a Friday evening when Mark saw him for the first time. He was standing alone, under a dim streetlamp, smoking a cigarette. Mark was drawn to him, like a moth to a flame. He couldn\u0027t explain the feeling, but he knew he had to meet him.
As he approached the stranger, he noticed how tall and lean he was, with dark hair that fell in a messy, disheveled way over his forehead. His eyes were a piercing green, and there was something about the way he held himself that made Mark\u0027s heart race.
\Hey there,\ Mark said, trying to sound casual. \Do you have a light?\
The stranger looked up at him, his lips curled into a smirk. He reached into his pocket and retrieved a lighter, holding it out for Mark to use.
\Thanks,\ Mark replied, taking the lighter and igniting the tip of his cigarette. \I\u0027m Mark, by the way.\
The stranger didn\u0027t respond, but instead took a drag from his own cigarette. They stood there in silence, smoking their cigarettes and looking out at the deserted street.
Mark couldn\u0027t help but feel drawn to him. There was something about him that made him feel alive, like he was finally living for the first time. He felt like he needed to know more about him, to get closer.
As they finished their cigarettes, Mark couldn\u0027t help but blurt out, \Hey, do you want to grab a drink with me?\
The stranger looked him up and down, his eyes lingering on Mark\u0027s lips. Finally, he spoke. \Sure, why not?\
Chapter 2
They went to a small bar a few blocks away, where they ordered a few drinks and sat in a booth in the corner. The stranger introduced himself as Jack, and Mark found himself drowning in his hypnotic voice.
As the night wore on and they drank more, Mark started to feel more and more drawn to Jack. He knew there was something dark about him, something mysterious and alluring. He didn\u0027t care. He was hooked.
Finally, Jack leaned across the table and whispered in Mark\u0027s ear. \I want you to take me home tonight.\
Mark\u0027s heart skipped a beat. He had never done anything like this before, but he felt pelled to obey Jack\u0027s every mand.
They stumbled out of the bar, into the cool night air. Mark didn\u0027t care where they were going, as long as he was with Jack.
As they walked, Jack put his arm around Mark\u0027s waist, pulling him close. Mark could feel Jack\u0027s warm breath on his neck, sending shivers down his spine.
