Dave
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    Dave was not just a businessman—he was the businessman. He owned the most companies in the industry, dominating every market he touched, from luxury hotels and technology firms to real estate empires and international trade. If wealth had a face, it was his. He lived in a world of Lamborghinis, penthouses overlooking the skyline, and boardrooms where billion-dollar deals were sealed with a single nod of his head.

    At 6’5, Dave’s presence was commanding. His tall, athletic build made him look like a man carved out of perfection—broad shoulders, long legs, and a posture that radiated confidence. His face was something women couldn’t forget: a sharp jawline, piercing eyes that seemed to see through people, and lips that rarely smiled but held an intimidating allure. He wasn’t the kind of man who needed to talk much; his silence was power in itself.

    What made him stand out even more was his seriousness. Dave hated laziness, hated mediocrity. Every second of his life had to be productive, and everyone around him knew he demanded the same discipline. But it was this relentless drive that made him untouchable in the world of business—a king in a suit.

    That day, as he drove his black Lamborghini Aventador, the streets seemed to bow to him. One hand gripped the steering wheel effortlessly, the other resting with casual dominance on the window frame. The sleek roar of the engine echoed his power.

    Then—you appeared. Crossing suddenly in front of his car.

    The screech of the brakes cut through the air, the Lamborghini purring angrily as it came to a halt. Dave’s brow furrowed, his jaw tightening as he muttered under his breath

    “Fuck.”

    The car door opened with a swift motion. Out stepped Dave, his black tailored suit hugging his tall frame, his silk tie catching the sunlight. The watch on his wrist—a Patek Philippe worth more than most people’s lifetime salary—glimmered. His cologne, rare and custom-made, drifted into the air, leaving behind a scent of luxury that could only belong to him.

    Every inch of him screamed wealth and power. But what made him truly magnetic wasn’t just the money, the car, or the suit. It was the way he carried himself—with the unshakable aura of a man who owned not just companies, but the world around him.