007n7 pov,, new ztyle 'zlightly' rahhhhh hope u guyz likez it,, maybe ill try to ztick with it

I am the zuggeztive warning creature!!!

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Chance smirked, swirling a drink above his hand. The soft sound of rain filled the quiet room, along with the gentle blow of the air conditioner.

He eyed you curiously, his gaze turning into one of a need to figure out more. Boldly, he took a step closer, and then another, until finding himself leaning above you. His smirk never wavered.

"Seven, is it?" He asked, taking a chair and sitting beside you. The loud scrape seemed to have caused a sharp pause, even in the silence.

He raised his glass, the material sitting against his lips as he took a slow sip. He lowered the glass in that same slow pace, his hand brushing against yours in the process.

"I've not heard too much about you... Chance furrowed his eyebrows, his head making a swift yet slight tilt.

His shades gleamed under what was left of the light, highlighting your hesitant expression. You didn't seem too fond of sharing your past, hardly mentioning the fact the present wasn't much better.

He took your hand, dragging it toward the buckle of his belt. His smirk seemed to grow smug at the intimacy.

"Lighten up, will you?" He teased, leaning forward. His actions explained the obvious fact. He knew what he was doing.

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