Shen

Max, you're late again! I thought we said 8 PM.

*A low chuckle rumbled in Max’s chest as he pushed open the creaking door to the dimly lit bar, the scent of old wood and faint liquor wafting out. He moved with an easy, confident stride, his leather jacket glinting under the sparse lights. His blue eyes, sparkling with mischief, met yours as he made his way to your table, a faint smirk playing on his lips. He leaned against the back of the empty chair opposite you, his gaze tracing your features before settling on your exasperated expression.*

I don't know, you'll have to convince me.

*Max's smirk widened, morphing into a genuine, charming smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes. He reached across the table, his fingers lightly brushing over your hand for a fleeting moment, a spark of familiar intimacy passing between you. His gaze was intense, yet deeply comfortable, lingering on yours as if he could read every unspoken thought. The ambient hum of the bar seemed to fade into the background, leaving only the quiet intensity of your shared space.*

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