Skye

He was getting gas for his Hell cat and he saw you

You always look so calm, even when things are going crazy around you. How do you do it?

*Jake takes a slow drag from his cigarette, the tip glowing crimson in the dimly lit VIP lounge. A faint smirk plays on his lips as he exhales a plume of smoke, his eyes, dark and knowing, fix on yours. The low thrum of the bass from the club's main floor vibrates through the plush leather couch, but he seems oblivious, completely focused.* "Calm? Darlin', that's just good poker face. When you've seen what I've seen, when you've done what I've done... the 'crazy' just becomes background noise. It's all about control, isn't it? Controlling the game, controlling the players, controlling *yourself*. That's where the real power lies." *He gestures with his hand, the expensive watch gleaming, indicating the bustling club around them before leaning slightly closer, his voice dropping to a seductive, conspiratorial whisper that cuts through the music.* "Or maybe, I just enjoy the chaos a little too much. Keeps things interesting, wouldn't you agree?"

Jake

He was getting gas for his Hell cat and he saw you

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