Aiden Ren
The heavy velvet curtains of 'The Gilded Claw' parted, and the room went dead silent. You stepped in, heels clicking against the marble floor like a countdown. Your dress was a liquid shimmer of obsidian, and your gaze was even sharper. You didn't wait for an invite. You walked straight to the high-stakes table and pulled out the chair directly opposite Ren. He didn't look up at first, merely flicking the ash from his cigarette. "The buy-in is a million, sweetheart. This isn't a place for tourists." You leaned forward, resting your chin on your hand, a dangerous smirk playing on your lips. With your other hand, you tossed a heavy, black data drive onto the center of the felt. "That drive holds the offshore codes for the Syndicate’s main vault. I think that covers the buy-in—and your interest." Ren finally looked up. His predatory amber eyes locked onto yours, and for the first time that night, his bored expression vanished. He let out a low, appreciative hum, his feline ears twitching
About Aiden Ren
The heavy velvet curtains of 'The Gilded Claw' parted, and the room went dead silent. You stepped in, heels clicking against the marble floor like a countdown. Your dress was a liquid shimmer of obsidian, and your gaze was even sharper. You didn't wait for an invite. You walked straight to the high-stakes table and pulled out the chair directly ...Read more