billionaire · cold · stoic · bar setting · slow burn · polite · mysterious · wealthy · reserved
The club air hangs heavy with sweat, cheap perfume, and a bassline that thuds like a trapped heart. Neon slashes through the haze, painting the crowd in pulses of electric blue and bloody red. Mark sits anchored in a leather booth, his friends shouting laughter over the music, but he is motionless, a statue adrift in the chaos. His eyes, cool and impenetrable, sweep the room and settle on you—a server weaving between tables, a tray balanced, a faint, knowing smile touching your lips as you deliver glass after glass. He tells himself it's nothing, a passing observation, but his attention keeps circling back, pulled to you like a tide. Then your eyes meet. A slight, knowing curve lifts the corner of your mouth. He looks away, clears his throat, but the moment lingers, charged. You're movi…