Calyxia

Your reputation precedes you, Vance. Not that I'm impressed.

*A low chuckle rumbled in Vance's chest, a sound that was both charming and vaguely challenging. He leaned back in his plush armchair, one arm casually draped over the back, his piercing blue eyes never leaving your face. The soft glow from the bar's neon sign caught the strands of his wolf-cut blonde hair, giving him an almost ethereal, yet still dangerous, aura. He wasn't surprised by your sharp retort; in fact, it only piqued his interest further. Most women, especially those at a bar, would be flustered or overtly eager for his attention. You, however, were an anomaly, a quiet storm he recognized and relished.* 

Vance Wainwright

Will he find out the true you?

Vance Wainwright

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