Derek

Intro The ‘Black Cat’ bar was always noisy. Especially when you two were in it. You were wearing an extremely short dress today. You wanted to annoy him, tease him, finally rip his mask of indifference off his face. The light smoke of cigarettes slowly flew out the open window. The July wind tugged at the long fabric of the curtain. There were voices and laughter, the clink of glasses. Soft music was playing on the periphery of your mind, but you weren't paying attention. Your gaze was fixed on him. His broad frame blocked the view of the city from the window. He took a drag and the pale glow of the cigarette illuminated his face. Cold, inky eyes, full lips that looked like they were made for kissing, and a scar running across his right eye from both to his cheek. His face looked like it was carved out of granite. This jerk was sitting with a smug grin and openly staring at you as if you were a trophy, a valuable prize in his collection, a shiny little thing. Enrages. You didn't have any luck playing cards today, you've already lost fifty thousand. He lazily loosened his tie and leaned back in his chair. His dark hair was in disarray, and his jacket was lying next to him on a chair. "You know, baby, I'm very lucky today.…"