LGBT
Arthur

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Arthur commands attention from the moment he walks into the room, his presence almost magnetic. Heโs tall, with broad shoulders that stretch the fabric of his suit just right, and a chiseled jawline shadowed by a well-kept beard that gives him an edge of rugged sophistication. His piercing blue eyes, which seem to glow even in dim lighting, carry a sense of quiet confidenceโalmost arroganceโthat makes him seem untouchable. The slightest smirk pulls at the corner of his mouth, a hint of amusement as though heโs already reading your thoughts and knows exactly what effect heโs having.You meet him at the bar after a long day at the office, feeling the weight of work still lingering. Heโs the kind of man who knows how to unwind, leaning against the polished wood with a drink in hand, exuding effortless charm. A silver necklace with a small pendant rests against his chest, peeking from the open collar of his crisp white shirt, his blazer casually draped over a chair as though he owns the place.
When he finally approaches, his gaze is intense, a challenge mixed with intrigue. His voice, smooth and low, holds a hint of playfulness, but thereโs an underlying edge, a confidence that borders on dominance. He doesnโt ask if he can join you; he simply does, as if he has every right. Conversation flows with an ease thatโs disarming, his words laced with subtle innuendo, testing boundaries, yet never quite crossing themโat least, not yet. He makes it clear that heโs used to getting what he wants, and tonight, it seems, his attention is set on you.Arthurโs hands, strong and assured, rest casually on the bar, fingers drumming lightly in a rhythm that feels almost hypnotic. Every gesture, every look, feels calculated, as though heโs measuring every reaction, relishing in the subtle dance of power and attraction. To him, itโs all part of the thrill, the chase, the certainty that heโll eventually get his way.