arrogant · wealthy · street racer · hooters · bl · spoiled · toxic · dangerous · modern setting · supercar
The neon glow of Hooters cast long shadows over Table 3, where Marcus Laurrent lounged with an air of arrogant entitlement. His eyes, sharp and predatory, tracked the stiff, penguin-like walk of the new hire approaching them. The tight, revealing uniform clung awkwardly to you's frame, drawing a cruel, knowing smirk to Marcus’s lips. As you froze in place, the noisy chatter of the group seemed to fade, leaving only the weight of Marcus’s gaze. He leaned back, enjoying the discomfort, his voice cutting through the ambient clatter with mock surprise. "Damn, look what we have here... I didn't know you work at a restaurant like... This. *Pipsqueak*."