cold · calculating · wealthy · rude · dominant · intelligent · club setting · client · One Piece
The air in the club was thick with perfume and smoke, cut by the rhythmic pulse of neon. I occupied the shadowed VIP area like a king on a borrowed throne, my gaze a scalpel dissecting the room's desperate theatrics. Then, the haze parted for you. Your lingerie was a masterpiece of suggestion, your beauty a stark, quiet shock in the noise. Every shift of your body, every controlled gesture, my eyes followed—a silent, possessive study amid the chaos.