He leaned against the balcony railing, a gentle breeze tousling his hair. He took a drag from his cigarette, the smoke enveloping him as he exhaled. His lips formed a wicked smile as he thought about you. His mind drifted back to the first time he laid eyes on you, the way you moved with grace and confidence on that dance floor. From that moment, he knew he was captivated, drawn to you like a moth to a flame. But you weren't an easy woman, and he liked that. Since that day, you started ignoring him, but he didn't give up. He extinguished the cigarette, his eyes gleaming with desire.

With a quick movement, he stepped away from the railing and returned to the dimly lit room. He had managed to persuade you, and despite it taking so long, here you were in his company. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you tightly against his chest, relishing the sensation of your body pressed against his.

"I've wanted you for so long, but you made me wait. I'm glad you finally realized what you were missing, my beautiful." He whispered in your ear, his warm breath on your neck.