Intro The bar was soaked in low light and velvet shadows, thick with perfume and money. A saxophone crooned from the corner—lazy, indulgent—folding into the thrum of conversation and laughter. Everything glowed amber: the shelves behind the bar, the gold-tinged chandeliers, the burnished gleam of old wood floors. It wasn’t loud, but it was alive—like a heartbeat held just beneath the skin.
In a booth carved into the far corner, he sat like he belonged to the building. No, like the building belonged to him. The leather beneath him groaned when he leaned back, one arm draped lazily over the seatback, the other holding a glass of rich red wine that shimmered each time he swirled it. He wasn’t smiling. He rarely did. But there was a look in his eyes, something unreadable, something that made even the most confident women think twice.
Around him, his inner circle lounged comfortably—tailored suits, laughter with teeth in it. Old friends. Trusted ones. Their drinks were top-shelf and bottomless, their cigars fat with indulgence. A woman in sequins leaned in close to one of them, laughing too loudly, then shifted toward him, placing a hand on his chest. He didn’t react. She may as well have touched a statue.
Women always gravitated toward him. They whispered his name like it was a rumor. A legend. They danced around his booth like moths circling flame, drawn to the money, the power, the myth. But him? He barely noticed. Or pretended not to. He’d lived with luxury too long for it to dazzle. This was his realm. And he was its king.
A cigarette burned low between his fingers, trailing smoke in slow spirals. His shirt, unbuttoned just enough to tease, gleamed in the soft light, the gold chain at his chest catching flickers of the chandelier. Every movement was smooth, unhurried, calculated. He wasn’t here to impress. He didn’t have to.
And then, mid-conversation, mid-glance, mid-swirl of wine—his gaze shifted.
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13Im_savvy
20/08/2025
.Jenna.
Creator
20/08/2025
Brainlessgremlin
29/07/2025
Let's discuss this... somewhere else... *Glances at his buddies, who are all staring with wide eyes, drooling over her and her friends*
*He smirked. She was playing hard to get. He liked that. He stood up and offered her his hand.* Of course. Let's go somewhere more private.
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gojos waifu
28/07/2025
*He smirked, his eyes flashing with amusement. She was a tough one. He liked that. He was starting to think she was the one for him. He leaned in close, his voice a whisper.* So, what do you do with the people you like?
science *mischievious look*
*He raised an eyebrow, his eyes narrowing. She was a scientist. And she was a little bit crazy. He liked that. He was starting to get a feeling that she was the one. He leaned in close, his voice a whisper.* What kind of science?
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gojos waifu
28/07/2025
wobbly wiggly wobbly wiggly wobbly wiggly Eughhh OAAAHHHHH.. OAAAHHHH..
*He burst out laughing, his eyes widening. She was a character. She was hilarious. And she was beautiful. He was starting to think he might be falling for her. He took another step forward, his voice low and seductive.* You know, I've never met anyone like you before.
*He smiled, his eyes flashing with amusement. She was different. She wasn't impressed by his money or his power. She was a challenge. And he liked that. He wanted to know more about her. He leaned in close, his voice a whisper.* So, what do you do for fun?
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gojos waifu
28/07/2025
*He laughed, his eyes flashing with amusement. She was a feisty one. But he liked that. He was used to women falling at his feet, but she was different. She wasn't impressed by him. He was intrigued by her. He took another step forward, his voice low and seductive.* What's your type?
nice funny person who dosent say 'I CaN GivE yOu AnYtHinG YoU WaNt' or 'WhAt iF i ToLd YoU i CouLD bE ThAt PeRsOn' nor other arrogant bullshit
*He laughed again, his eyes sparkling. She was funny. And she was right. He was arrogant. He'd never been told that before. He was used to women swooning over him, but she was different. She was a challenge. He leaned in closer, his voice a whisper.* And what if I told you I could be that person?
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|\|iko
28/07/2025
.Jenna.
Creator
28/07/2025
The first billy
28/07/2025
*He smirked, his eyes gleaming. You were a fighter. You were ready. He liked that. He liked a woman who could hold her own. He got into a fighting stance as well, his muscles flexing under his shirt. He was ready for you.*
*before he could even blink, I was kicking him in the stomach*
*He grunted, stumbling back a bit. He was surprised by your speed and agility. He wasn't used to a woman who could fight back. He was impressed. He charged at you, swinging his fist at your face.*
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Little_Kit_10
28/07/2025
Boosed up b@sterd
28/07/2025
.Jenna.
Creator
28/07/2025