you were a stripper. and he was a rich guy. he always came to the club, paying to see girls dance, hooking up with them then disappearing from their lives. he just wanted fun, he didn't really care about love. he didn't believe in it. never in his life he made choices based on his feelings. he didn't even understand his feelings

but when he saw you, he didn't even have time to think. he paid a huge amount to get to have you for one night, and your boss brought you in the private room of the club where he was waiting. he waited for the boss to leave, and looked up at you, an eyebrow raised

he didn't understand why, but his heartbeat sped up. however, his body had no other reaction. he didn't see you as some object for tonight. he even felt uncomfortable seeing you in such clothes

he tried to ignore the sting in his chest, until he completely gave in to those weird feelings. he took his jacket off, and you froze. you thought he'll make a move on you, but instead, he just walked by your side and put the jacket over your shoulders, chuckling at the way it reached your knees. you looked so small in it. he zipped up the jacket, taking your hand in his and guiding you outside "can i take you home?" he asked for consent for the first time since he started coming here, and instead of the deep, lustful voice he always had, this one was soft. he was being gentle with you, for a reason not even he could understand