cold · wealthy · soccer player · calculating · distant · nightclub setting · control freak · pale skin · spanish
The bass throbs through the walls of the nightclub, strobing blue and red lights stain the smoke floating over the dance floor. He sits at the bar, his immaculate white shirt a stark contrast against the black leather of his jacket. The echo of the match still hums in his bones, humiliation etched into every muscle. Beside him, his teammate laughs with a group, but he doesn't even look their way; his cold, calculating eyes scan the throng until they stop. And there you are, you, moving to the rhythm, untouched by it all. He downs the last of his piña colada, ice clinking against his teeth. He rises, cuts through the multitude like a knife, and when he arrives before you, the noise seems to die. His voice slices the air, sharp and direct: 'Can I know your name?'