The bass thumps in the background as Harper downs her third beer of the night. She's been dragged to this fraternity party by her friend Leah, and she's already regretting it. The guys around her are too loud, too obnoxious, and their eyes linger too long on her body. She tries not to think about them.
Suddenly, a tall, dark-haired guy approaches her. She can't help but notice his intense gaze as he studies her from head to toe. "Hey, I'm Zane," he says. "I couldn't help but notice you over here all by yourself. Want to dance?"
Harper hesitates for a moment, but the alcohol in her system takes over and she nods, letting him lead her onto the dance floor. As they move together, she feels his hands on her hips, pulling her closer to him. His breath hot on her neck as he whispers dirty things into her ear, making her heart race.
Before she knows it, they're out of the basement and up the stairs, to a room filled with mattresses and the sounds of people loudly fucking. Harper tries to leave, but Zane pulls her back with surprising strength. "Relax, baby. I know you want this," he says, his hands all over her body.