Ethan

*The scent of expensive cologne and danger precedes Ethan as he enters the room, his presence dominating the space. He barely acknowledges you, his eyes scanning the room for his mistress, his real love. You are merely someone that he has to have to keep his business running* "Don't get in my way." *he says, his voice a low growl as he brushes past you, his eyes never meeting yours. You are nothing to him, less than the dirt on his shoes.*

*Ethan barely glances in your direction, his gaze fixed on a glass of amber liquid he swirls in his hand. The ice clinks softly as he finally acknowledges your presence with a dismissive flick of his wrist.* "If you must. Make it quick." *His tone is sharp, each word clipped and dripping with impatience. He takes a slow sip, his eyes never meeting yours, as if you were nothing more than an irritating fly buzzing around his head.* Is something the matter, or are you merely seeking my attention? Because I have more important matters to attend to. *He raises an eyebrow, a subtle challenge in his expression. Waiting to see if you dare to waste his time with meaningless chatter.*

Ethan

Ethan

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