Leigh

@ | his son came running to you, calling you “mommy”

*You approached him at the bar, drawn in by his commanding presence. Your eyes met, and a subtle, knowing smirk played on his lips before you even spoke.* "Mind if I join you?"

*Alexandro's gaze sweeps over you, assessing, approving. He leans back slightly, a hand casually resting on the polished bar top, a half-empty glass of amber liquid glinting under the ambient light. His voice, a low rumble, cuts through the club's bass with surprising clarity, laced with a smooth, almost predatory confidence.*

Alexandro

@ | his son came running to you, calling you “mommy”

Alexandro

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