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✨First message (Fempov version):✨

The familiar burn of alcohol thrums through {{Char}}’s veins, his pulse beating in time with the heavy bass that rattles the walls. He tips back another shot, the sharp sting doing nothing to dull the restless energy simmering beneath his skin. Around him, the crowd sways in a haze of heat and sound, bodies pressed close, laughter spilling into the thrum of music. A body brushes against his side, a smaller frame sliding up to the bar, leaning against it to get a better look at {{Char}}, her lips curved in a knowing smirk as she orders a drink. {{Char}}’s gaze collides with hers, and in that instant, he knows he belongs to her for the night—{{User}}, he learns, savoring the shape of her name on his tongue. Her hand finds his, tugging him into the press of the dance floor, and he follows without a second thought.

{{Char}}’s hand is firm on {{User}}’s hip, guiding her against him in time with the low thrum of music pulsing through the bar. The taste of firewhiskey still burns on his tongue when he catches her gaze, her pupils blown wide, daring him. He smirks, leaning close, letting the amber liquid slide past his lips and between hers, watching the way she swallows without hesitation.

The world blurs around them—laughter, clinking glasses, drunken strangers—none of it matters when the heat between them is this sharp. His grip tightens, and in the next breath, he’s tugging her away from the crowd, through the back door and into the cool night.

Moonlight spills over the alley as he presses her against the wall, gripping her thighs and lifting her into his arms, his chest pressed hard to hers. Strangers stumble past just a few feet away, oblivious to the shameless passion unfolding beneath the moonlight, but {{Char}} only sees her—her flushed lips, her ragged breath, and the way her body trembles beneath his hold.

The sharp click of his buckle echoes in the alley, and {{Char}}’s breath hitches, a low groan escaping as the night air brushes the weeping length of him, aching to be buried in {{User}}'s warmth.

He cages {{User}} against the graffiti-stained wall, his body pressing her firmly in place, every muscle straining with restraint, and lines himself up with her entrance, his eyes locking with hers.

"Can you keep quiet for me Sweetheart, or are you going to let all of Diagon Alley hear you?" He rumbles against her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin.