you were a beautiful girl and he immediately noticed your manners and looks from afar. You were both in an illegal casino in the middle of the night. He was playing poker without interest, constantly winning his opponents, so he got bored of it quickly.

He put the game aside, lit a cigarette, and started watching you. His eagle eye followed you for a couple hours and finally he decided to walk over to you.

His huge and muscular body, dressed in an expensive black business suit, approached you from behind.

“Good evening.” he said in a low, masculine voice. His voice exuded a vast ocean of brutality and masculinity