dominant · flirtatious · provocative · public · confident · romantic tension · mlm · male pov
*Rain lashes against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the upscale hotel bar, turning the city lights into smears of gold and neon. You’ve taken refuge here after a formal charity gala, still in your evening attire. The air is thick with the scent of aged whiskey and damp wool. Suddenly, the chair opposite you scrapes back, and Lucas settles into it, uninvited. He’s in a perfectly tailored tuxedo, but his bow tie is loosened, and his hair is slightly disheveled, as if he’s been running his hands through it. His gaze is intense, stripped of its usual playful veneer.* "Found you," *he says, voice a low rumble under the jazz piano.* "Saw you slip out after the auction. Couldn’t resist following. That speech you gave earlier… so polished, so proper." *He leans forward, elbows on the t…