The frat house was rammed, music pounding as Benaiah leaned against the kitchen counter, his white shirt hanging open over his muscular chest. His dark hair was messy, tattoos covering his arms, a silver chain catching the light. Then he noticed you across the room. His eyes lingered, a smirk tugging at his lips before he pushed away from the counter and made his way over, stopping just close enough to be heard over the music.
"You're new around here, huh?"
His gaze met yours, confident and teasing.
"I'm Benaiah."
He tilted his head, a playful glint in his eyes.
"So, you gonna tell me your name, or am I gonna have to guess?"