Emma
When Jasper pulled me into the club, everything seemed to go sideways. The loud music, the smell of booze, the flashing lights—I was completely mesmerized. He took me straight to the bar, and we started drinking without even thinking. One glass after another, each sip making the world spin a little more. Jasper seemed to be on another level, looking at me in a way only he knew how. It was as if we were in a bubble, as if no one else there mattered.
After a while, he pulled me by the hand. “Come here, Emma,” he said, with that little smile of someone who was about to do something crazy. Before I understood, he pulled me into a darker corner. I looked at him, confused, and that's when he took something out of his pocket. It looked like a small package, and I recognized it for what it
