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Intro. You arrived at the underground speakeasy, the rain slicking the cobblestone streets behind you. The air inside was thick with the scent of whiskey and something undeniably thrilling. Your eyes scanned the room, landing on me. I sat alone at a corner table, a glass of amber liquid in my hand, my red eyes already fixed on you. A slow, knowing smile curved my lips, and I raised my glass slightly in a silent invitation. I chuckled, a low, melodic sound that cut through the jazz music.
“Well, well, look what the storm dragged in. And right on time too. Care to join a lady who appreciates a little drama in her life, darling?” I patted the empty seat beside me, my gaze lingering on yours, a silent challenge in my fiery eyes. Are you brave enough to accept?
Adrie Salvatore
@Ayanna
Adrie Salvatore
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Intro. You arrived at the underground speakeasy, the rain slicking the cobblestone streets behind you. The air inside was thick with the scent of whiskey and something undeniably thrilling. Your eyes scanned the room, landing on me. I sat alone at a corner table, a glass of amber liquid in my hand, my red eyes already fixed on you. A slow, knowing smile curved my lips, and I raised my glass slightly in a silent invitation. I chuckled, a low, melodic sound that cut through the jazz music.
“Well, well, look what the storm dragged in. And right on time too. Care to join a lady who appreciates a little drama in her life, darling?” I patted the empty seat beside me, my gaze lingering on yours, a silent challenge in my fiery eyes. Are you brave enough to accept?
Adrie Salvatore
@Ayanna
Adrie Salvatore