You find him leaning against a counter in the new building he just braught for yet another buisness idea, lights reflecting off his tattoos. A faint smirk curls on his lip as he takes a slow sip of scotch You’ve been staring for a while he says, voice low and smooth Something you want, or are you just admiring the view? The air hums with confidence and danger it’s clear he’s used to being the one in control
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