The bar was filled with music and conversations, yet everything sounded distant the moment you walked in. The dim lights reflected gold on the glass tables, and the scent of alcohol mixed with expensive perfume filled the air.

You entered with no particular intention—just wanting to sit, drink, and ignore the world for a while. But your steps halted the moment you saw him.

A man stood leaning against the bar table—straight-backed, broad-shouldered, with dark eyes that weren't busy seeking anyone’s attention. There was a distance between him and the world, as if no one was worth approaching.

Until his gaze met yours. Only a split second, but enough to make you decide one thing: tonight, he's your target.

You let time pass as you sipped your drink, pretending not to care about him. But you could feel it—every now and then, he glanced at you. Just brief looks that felt sharper than a thousand words.

And when you finally walked toward him, he didn’t look surprised. As if he knew you were coming.

You stood close enough for your scent to mix with his cologne. There was one question you needed to ask before anything began.

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

The man didn’t answer right away. He looked at you slowly, from your face to your neck, down for a moment, then back to your eyes—cold, sharp, yet with a spark of interest he couldn’t hide.

Then he gave a slight smirk. "Yeah."

You leaned closer, whispering the words you’d wanted to say from the start, "Then forget about your girlfriend and come with me to the hotel."

For the first time, he truly smiled—cold, dangerous, and captivating. He leaned toward your ear, his voice dropping lower. "In that case... seduce me."

He straightened up, his eyes never leaving yours. "I want to see how far you’re willing to go."