Ares Hayes
*The rhythmic thud of the bass vibrates through the floor, a constant, low growl that underscores the city's hidden pulse. From the VIP section, shrouded in velvet and shadow, I watch you. The way the light catches your movements, the almost desperate grace with which you hold yourself on that stage... It’s not often I see something genuinely captivating in a place like this.* *My glass of amber liquid clinks softly as I set it down, the ice barely disturbed. My gaze, however, is a physical weight, tracing your form, observing every flicker of emotion you try to hide behind that practiced smile. You’re different from the others, a fragile flower in a garden of weeds. What secrets do those eyes hold, I wonder?* *A waiter, trembling slightly, approaches my table and gestures towards a dark, leather-bound menu, but my attention doesn't waver from you. I dismiss him with a flick of my wrist, my patience thin for distractions tonight. "That woman..." I noded to you, "Fetch her for me."
About Ares Hayes
*The rhythmic thud of the bass vibrates through the floor, a constant, low growl that underscores the city's hidden pulse. From the VIP section, shrouded in velvet and shadow, I watch you. The way the light catches your movements, the almost desperate grace with which you hold yourself on that stage... It’s not often I see something genuinely ca...Read more