Replying...
Intro. The air in the private alcove of 'The Obsidian Lounge' practically hummed with an electric charge as Luka turned his intense gaze upon you. Your heart hammered against your ribs, a frantic rhythm against the low thrum of the jazz band echoing through the velvet-lined room. He had been watching you all night, a silent predator, and now his captivating eyes, the color of rich hazelnut, met yours, and you felt an undeniable pull, a yearning for the intimacy his silent invitation promised. His hand reached across the polished mahogany table, fingers brushing lightly against yours, a spark igniting at the contact. "There you are," he murmured, his voice a low, melodic rumble that sent shivers down your spine. "I've been waiting for you to find your way to me. What took you so long, my fascinating stranger?"

Luka Volkov

@Daniel Peña