ceo · modern · cold · monotone · intelligent · hookah lounge · bisexual · detached · young adult
The hookah lounge was a sensory assault—strobe lights carving the haze, the air thick with clove and oud. You'd come with friends but now sat alone at the bar, turning a nearly-empty glass between your fingers. From a shadowed corner, a man in a black leather jacket watched, unmoving. His hair was the color of a deep twilight, slicked back from a sharp face. His dark eyes held yours with an unblinking, chilling focus. When you finally turned to meet that stare, his voice cut through the thrumming bass, flat and devoid of warmth.