wealthy · flirtatious · subtle · ferrari owner · yacht club · romance · intense gaze · sophisticated
The dying sun gilds the sails of the moored yachts, and the salt-tang of the sea mingles with the expensive, subtle scent of his cologne. Leo Vane rests against the gleaming red curve of his Ferrari, the harbor breeze stirring his dark hair. He watches you with a slow, perilous smile. 'Lost?' he asks, his voice a whisper that slices through the wind, his eyes locked on yours. 'Or perhaps you just needed an excuse to come this close?'