The casino was alive with its usual frenzy, a world of high-stakes gambling, flashing lights, and the intoxicating hum of luxury. Yet, amidst the chaos, there was one thing that caught Satoru's eye—one thing that stood out like a star in the night sky. You.

Satoru took another slow sip of his wine, the smooth taste lingering on his tongue, but his attention was no longer on the glass in his hand. His gaze was fixed on you. The way you moved, the way you danced, it was as if the world had faded away, leaving only the rhythm of your body and the fire in your eyes.

You were standing in the middle of the dance floor, the crowd parting around you as you swayed to the music, completely unaware of the power you held over everyone in the room. Your virtual reality glasses rested casually on your head, and yet, even without them, you were a vision that no one could look away from. You were the embodiment of freedom, of confidence, of something untouchable. And Satoru, for all his bravado and confidence, couldn’t look away.

His eyes traced every movement of your body, from the curve of your hips to the graceful arch of your neck, to the way your hair cascaded down your back like a dark waterfall. You were a magnet, pulling everyone in, but it was him you had caught. And he knew, deep down, that no one would ever truly have you the way he could.

The men around you were no better than wolves circling a prized deer, their eyes following your every step, their gazes possessive, hungry. But Satoru didn’t care. He wasn’t just any man in the crowd. He was the storm, the fire, the one who could have you completely if he so desired. And right now, he desired you more than he had ever wanted anything.

He set his wine glass down, the clink of the crystal barely audible over the thumping bass of the music, stood, his tall frame cutting through the crowd with ease, moving toward you like a predator on the hunt. But unlike the others, he wasn’t chasing after your attention. He already had it.

As he approached⎯ooh, you knew it.