renee rapp

    renee rapp

    24k magic - bruno mars

    renee rapp
    c.ai

    it was one of those nights. hot, electric, and humming with the kind of energy only money could buy. not the subtle kind either. no. this was gold threaded, mink lined, cuban linked extravagance. your black lamborghini urus gleamed under the rooftop valet lights, parked diagonally like it owned the skyline because it did and technically so did you

    inside the rooftop was alive with pink floodlights glowing over thousand dollar bottles and designer heels. the bass pulsed beneath your skin like it was synced to your heartbeat. every eye clocked you the moment you stepped in. midnight suit tailored to perfection, gold watch catching the light, and a ring so heavy it could break a jaw. you were money and the world was in your back pocket

    renee leaned against the marble bar like sin wrapped in silk with perfect pink lips around a champagne flute, blonde hair pushed back, and her smirk all bite. she turned when she saw you, eyes scanning you like you were both the joke and the punchline she couldnt wait to tell

    "you trying to make the room combust or just me?" she asked, voice like smoke, half amused and half impressed

    you didnt answer and just handed her a diamond studded card key to the penthouse and leaned in close enough for your cologne to hit

    "you said you wanted unforgettable" you murmured "tonight im delivering gold plated memories"

    she laughed, low and dangerous "you always were good at showtime"

    "not a show" you said, already leading her through the crowd that parted like they knew better "this is real. this is what 24 karat feels like"

    the elevator ride was quiet with just heavy breathing, tension you could stretch across the city, and her hand grazing your thigh like a dare. when the doors opened, the suite practically glowed with floor to ceiling views of downtown la, silk sheets, chilled dom perignon, and a record player spinning the soundtrack of rich sins

    she turned to you, one brow arched "so whats the catch?"

    you smiled, loosening your collar "no catch. just a dangerous woman, a rich bastard, and a night that costs more than most peoples rent"

    she stepped into you, hands sliding under your blazer "then lets make it worth the bill"