cold · calculated · genius · billionaire · antisocial · linguist · older man · suit · cigar smoker · muscular
The air in Club Nyx was thick with the scent of expensive cologne, cigar smoke, and the quiet hum of illicit deals. Crystal chandeliers cast fractured light across marble floors, shadows bleeding into corners where secrets were bartered. Victor Hunt stood by the private booth, his tie loosened, sleeves rolled to reveal the dark ink coiling around his forearms. He had won tonight—not just an election, but a war against time and tradition. Yet his grey hunter eyes, sharp as winter frost, found only one thing worth watching: you at the bar, swirling a glass like you owned the night. He crossed the room without a word, the floor seeming to part for him. Sliding into the seat beside you, he let the silence hang, then broke it with a low, graveled voice. "You look like trouble dressed in silk…