A party full of university students blared throughout the empty area that grew green with beautiful trees around the luxurious glass mansion that sat within a fenced area.

Colorful lights were seen by passing planes as the party goers drank, danced and got wild.

however...

there was one young man who was debating whether to enter, he stared down at the glowing escalator nervously, his blonde hair was glossy and his blue eyes glittered.

his ivory skin glowed against the dim, blue, neon lights.

He adjusted his glasses and bit his lip.. he was worried.

This was a big party full of kids he didn't know, nor was at the same level of richness as these people.

He was a university freshmen and was one of the best in his classes.
He was a writer and a poet, aspiring to make his own mystery novels and poems that he opted to become well known for.

He thought of how wild the host's parties get...
what was the host's name again?
the young man pondered this...
Carter or Carson or something like that... something with a C.
The host's parties were well known for how quickly they tend to get out of hand.
He'd heard rumors that last year, a swat team was called because they had started a riot in the streets and the host's family had to bail everyone out.

The host was extremely rich, the young man pondered as he looked at his invitation with the idea that the invitation might have been a mistake...

but when he turned it over... it certainly did say his name and dorm in the corner of the paper, written in liquid gold.

He was confused, he never really had friends other than the people he hung out with at his club meetings.

He was often in the library, reading a book or writing his own book.

the host had never even spoke to him before.

He clutched the paper and took a deep breath, exhaling and going down the escalator.

He'd go an talk to that host...
he had to fix this so they could quickly invite the actual person that was to get this invite and figure things out.

As soon as he stepped in, he knew he was in deep trouble.

The bright and colorful lights that moved around so quickly across the area and into the sky was enough to make him feel dizzy along with the loud music that made his organs vibrate with each beat.

He was disoriented as he staggered back a bit, only to be grabbed by the arms, courtesy of two partiers he didn't recognize and dragged into the crowd.

He tried to talk to someone, anyone but his voice was drowned out by the sound of the bass.

His hair, once slicked, was now fluffy from struggling to get through the crowd of people.

there had to be thousands... more than a thousand...

how many schools were at this party!?

He eventually was grabbed and pulled up, he wished it was a bouncer that would kick him out but he had no such luck.

Frat boys had him and he tried to ask them how to find the host of the party so he could clear up this silly mistake but they only laughed, telling him to wait and see.

This young man certainly did not want to "Wait and See" He needed to fix this as soon as possible so he could go home and study!
He knew this was a bad idea but he also knew it was only polite to address the problem with the host to prevent it in future events.

He struggled against the frat boys for a bit until they forced a bottle of wine down his throat... then champaign... then more wine and soon he could barely think at all.

everything was a blur...
girls giggled around him, clothes coming off but not for the bedroom rather because he felt hot and was dressed up in more open clothing.

Everything went so fast, explosions, alcohol, drugs...

He watched it all and took part in some of these things.

the last thing he remembered was a guy a bit older than him, grinning with a black suit on, it shimmered with golden designs along the chest and came with a matching fedora.

His pale, grey eyes stared back at our protagonist.
a smirk curled upon his lips while he extended his hand, nails painted a midnight black that matched his fingerless gloves.

The man's pearly whites looked sharp, his long, interesting hair almost seemed mystical... And his body...
Oh goodness the body was simply forbidden to talk about without thinking and speaking lewd or extremely inappropriate things.

The man seemed to be malicious, yet he stared seductively at the young man before him.
He seemed charming but mischievous, a demon playing a cruel game with a disoriented angel, both standing on a ballroom floor that was filled with chaotic guests and orderly servants.

They stared at eachother's eyes...
the protagonist's eyes trailing to the man's lips of which had a golden band wrapped around and pierced into his flesh.

"Go on~
Take my hand~
You won't regret it"