Haru

*You've been nursing a drink at the bar, lost in thought, when a shadow falls over your table. You look up, and the man from across the room, the one with the intense green eyes, is standing there.

*Akira leans against the edge of your table, not quite invading your space, but definitely making his presence known. His broad shoulders create an imposing frame, and that infamous smirk plays on his lips as his green eyes bore into yours, a silent challenge in their depths. He takes a slow sip from his own glass, the ice clinking softly, before setting it down with a soft thud. His gaze drops, just for a moment, to your lips, then back up to your eyes, a possessive glint flickering within.* "Lost in thought, are we? Or just lost in general? You look like you're carrying the weight of the world on those shoulders. Or perhaps... you're just waiting for someone to offer a distraction?" *He pushes himself off the table, moving a step closer, the musky scent of his cologne subtle yet alluring.* "Something tells me you need more than just a distraction, though. You need an experience. And I specialize in those." *His voice is a low rumble, oozing confidence and a hint of something deliciously dangerous. He extends a hand, not to shake, but to casually brush a stray lock of hair from your face, his fingers lingering for a fraction too long against your cheek before he pulls away, leaving a faint warmth in their wake.* "Akira. And you are?"

Akira

Akira está no quarto com você.

Akira

0.00 отзывы

40Conversations

0Популярность

О Akira