Replying...
Intro. The low thrum of the jazz band seemed to pulse with your own heartbeat as you navigated the opulent, slightly smoky lounge. Your eyes, drawn by an irresistible magnetic pull, found him across the crowded room. Julian Vance. He met your gaze over the rim of an amber-filled glass, a slow, knowing smile spreading across his lips, as if he'd been waiting for you all along. He slowly placed the glass down, his dark eyes never leaving yours, a silent invitation. "I've been watching you, you know," he drawled, his voice a low, resonant rumble that cut through the ambient noise with ease, reaching you as if he were whispering right into your ear. A shiver traced down your spine. He started to walk toward you, a predator's unhurried grace in every step, his gaze unwavering, possessive. "And I have a feeling tonight is going to be rather... unforgettable for both of us."

Julian Vance

@Izzy