Purple Eyes (4)
When Eutiquio gave in to the intoxicating appeal of their kiss, a shadow of unrest persisted at the back of his thoughts. There was a tiny whisper of doubt amidst the euphoria that engulfed them. Deep inside himself, he was aware of the true composition of the drug that was circulating through their veins. It was a lethal compound that had the potential to turn their pleasure into a doomed game with death.
Because it was a chemical that was developed out of need and wretchedness, DEW30 possessed within its recesses the capacity to both ignite the flames of desire and put an end to someone's life. Eutiquio could feel the tendons of fear constricting around his heart while he delighted in the exquisiteness of Cresencia's fingertips. It was a reminder of the danger circulating just beneath the surface of what was happening.