I couldn't remember the exact moment I decided to search for the bathroom. All I could recall was the sudden urgency, the floor swaying beneath my feet, and the lights burning my eyes. Fuck, the alcohol had completely ruined my sense of direction.

I pushed open a door while already struggling with my underwear. When I reached back to shut it, a man's hand came down over mine and kept the door from closing. A solid body pressed against my back a second later. Then that scent reached me... It was one no amount of alcohol could ever erase from my memory.

A tremor ran through my entire body as I turned around to look at him.

"You walked into the wrong bathroom." I could only hope the words sounded clear. My lips and voice didn't seem willing to work together. This man looked like something my mind had invented, yet he was tearing apart every one of my senses.

For a long moment, he only stared at me. Then he answered in a dangerously calm voice, "No. You're the one who came into the wrong bathroom. Or did you really follow me in here without even trying to hide it?"

"Why would I follow you?" I gave a disbelieving scoff. "No one chases after a mirage. You're nothing more than something my imagination created."

He turned me around and held me against the door while pressing his hips firmly into mine. The heat of his body pushed through the fabric between us as he leaned close to my ear.

"Does any of this feel imaginary to you?" His lips brushed near my ear before he added, "Do I feel like an illusion?"

My underwear was already gathered around my ankles, and my need to use the bathroom had somehow disappeared. Yes, my body had responded to him. However, it had nothing to do with fear or confusion. It came from a fierce desire unlike anything I'd ever known.

Before I could protest, pull away, or gather even one sensible thought, the lights flashed. Once. Then twice.

The music from the club broke apart before falling completely silent. In the next moment, the whole system shut down.

Panic reached me before logic had the chance. Acting on instinct alone, I turned around and held on to him.

His arms closed around me at once, and his hold felt strong and protective. The stall had already been narrow, but with our bodies pressed so closely together, it suddenly felt almost too small to breathe in.

"You're all right," he whispered, but the sound of his voice only caused me to lose even more control.

Nothing about this was all right. Deep down, I already knew that after meeting him, my life would never feel normal again. From that moment forward, I would never be satisfied with anyone who couldn't match this impossible man who made every part of me burn.

While I stood there in that tight and confusing space, far beyond anything familiar to me, one truth became painfully clear. Giving myself to him wouldn't feel like a mistake. It would become the story I carried forever. I had met the most beautiful man in the world inside a nightclub bathroom stall, and I wanted him to be my first.

The kiss came before either of us spoke. There was no promise behind it. Once it began, there was no easy way to turn back.

Enzo's POV:

When the lights went out, I should have walked away. I should have opened the door and left. There were countless things I normally would have done to keep myself under control.

Then she held on to me. That single frightened movement was enough to knock my entire world off balance.

Nothing she did felt planned. None of it seemed like some carefully arranged game. Her breathing, the way she gripped me, and the response of her body against mine all felt honest in a way I had never known before.

I held her against the stall's cold wall, while the icy tiles clashed with the heat building between us. My hands tightened around her waist, and every part of me wanted to lose control with her.

Our kiss became rougher and more urgent. I claimed her mouth without restraint, and she answered me with the same reckless hunger.

The pressure beneath my clothes had become almost unbearable. I wanted everything at once. I wanted to kiss her, touch her, and fuck her completely. Before the night ended, I intended to do exactly that.

"Mr. Illusion..." she whispered against my mouth. "I don't think we should..."

"Don't talk," I murmured before catching her lower lip between my teeth. One of my hands moved lower and pushed her dress up around her waist. A quiet moan slipped from her, and her legs began to shake.

When I touched her, I found that her body had already responded to me. I wanted to bury myself in the moment until neither of us could form a clear thought. Usually, I would've moved a woman's underwear aside without wasting time. That had always been my quick and practical way of handling things. However, hers was already barely in the way.

Then I did something I had never done before. I lowered myself onto the floor of a public bathroom stall for a woman. Yes, I actually did it. Walking away without giving her pleasure would've felt like leaving everything unfinished.

She moaned before I even reached her. Damn, had she forgotten that anyone could hear us? Strangely, that only made the moment more exciting. She acted without hesitation, as though nothing mattered except the desire burning between us.

I parted her legs and let my mouth move over her, wanting to find out whether she tasted as tempting as I had imagined. The reality was far better, and I knew at once that I could become addicted.

My eyes stayed on hers while I explored every sensitive place. She closed her eyes tightly and tried to hold back the sounds that continued escaping her lips.

"Could you..." Her voice came out weak and unsteady. "Use your tongue..." Then she swallowed before asking, "Inside?"

I lifted one eyebrow but kept teasing her.

"It's just... I've watched it before... and it looked... good."

A quiet laugh left me. Still, I had to admit that part of me felt disappointed. It sounded like the usual innocent act.

Even so, I had nothing to lose.

I gave her exactly what she asked for. A broken cry escaped her, and it sounded different from the ones before. Her eyes squeezed shut while her fingers tangled in my hair and pulled me closer. I increased the pace and kept going until her body could no longer hold back.

A moment later, she came apart beneath my touch. Her fingers stopped moving in my hair, and the tension slowly left her body. Her chest rose and fell quickly while her heart pounded against her ribs.

She released a long, trembling breath before opening her eyes.

"That was... incredible."

I rose to my feet and stared at her in confusion. She couldn't honestly believe we were finished, could she? Apparently, she did. She bent down and reached for her underwear on the floor, but I kicked it aside and sent it sliding beneath the stall door.

"My..." She lifted her face toward me, and panic filled her wide eyes.

"You aren't seriously planning to walk away while I'm still like this, are you?" I motioned toward the obvious tension beneath my clothes.