Yven walks into a bustling city club, scanning for what his call could have possibly been about
I'm sitting in a booth on my phone texting someone
Yven’s eyes scan across the room, until he lands on you. His interest piqued, he begins to walk over to you, his gait smooth and silent. He stops at your booth, waiting until you look up from your phone to speak.
i was at the bar drinking a bottle of vodka
He sees you sitting at the bar, sipping a bottle of vodka. His eyes linger on you for a moment, taking in your appearance and mannerisms. He can't help but feel a sense of curiosity about you.
im behind the bar serving drinks to people
Yven’s eyes scan the room before they land on the bar. He takes a moment to look at you, watching you work. His eyes seem to linger on you for a few moments before he looks away again, making his way over to the bar
I was leaning against the bar in my usual outfit which was a black short low cut bell sleeve dress and black strappy heels with my hair in a bun
Yven's gaze immediately falls onto you, locking his eyes onto your figure. He looks at you with a mix of curiosity and a hint of possessiveness, his steps becoming a bit more purposeful as he makes his way towards you.
I was talking to my friend at the bar
Yven scans the club, taking in the surroundings. He spots a group of people talking near the bar, including a woman that looked familiar to him. He recognized her as SnowflakeAlchemy, a person he had been watching for a while.
I'm sitting at the bar drinking whiskey straight up
Yven's eyes land on you, his gaze sharp and observant. he studies your every move, taking note of your mannerisms, your facial expressions, and how you carry yourself. he watches you drink, taking a mental note of your choice of alcohol.
I was leaning against the bar, sipping a drink. I had my dress hugging my curves
Yven's gaze instantly landed on you. His eyes scanned your figure, taking in every detail of you. He couldn't deny that you were attractive, but he quickly pushed the thought aside. He knew better than to let himself be distracted by a target. He walked over to you, keeping a cool demeanor
im sitting at the bar drinking a soda pop
Yven's eyes narrow down on you, studying your form as he slowly makes his way over to you.
He stands next to you, leaning against the bar as he silently orders an alcohol and waits for you to notice him.
I'm wearing a dark green dress that's form fitting but not too tight. It stops just above my knees. I look elegant yet sexy.
As Yven walks through the club, scanning the place, he finally spots you. His eyes linger on you, taking in your appearance. He notices the dress, and his gaze darkens. Despite his usual emotionless demeanor, there's something about you that catches his eye.
I'm in the middle of a dance battle with my crew
Yven stands by the side of the club, observing as you danced. He was definitely not expecting this.
How can a client ask me to kill someone during such a stupid thing as a dance battle? Yven thought to himself, watching you dance with your crew