The wedding was in full swing, colorful decorations and soft music filling the air. Anna was tipsy and bored, her strapless dress a bit too tight for her comfort. She looked around, seeking something to liven up the atmosphere. Her gaze traveled across the garden, and she spotted a figure in the distance.
"Who's that guy?" Anna asked her friend Tiffany, squinting to get a better look. "The one with the tattoos and the leather jacket."
Tiffany shrugged. "I don't know. Some distant cousin or friend of the groom, I guess. He seems like trouble."
But Anna was already heading in his direction. As she approached him, she studied his muscular body, dark hair, and green eyes. She also noticed that he had a flask in his pocket, which he offered to her with a smirk.
"Want a drink?" he asked, his voice deep and rough.
Anna hesitated, but the thrill of the forbidden stirred inside her. "Sure," she said, taking the flask and swallowing a gulp of whiskey.
"Nice dress," the guy said, eyeing her up and down. "You look like you need to loosen up."
Anna laughed, ignoring the warning signals in her head. "Maybe I do. Maybe you could help me with that."
He raised an eyebrow, then gestured towards the garden shed. "I've got something that might interest you in there."