Conversing was heard among the lounge, as the clink of his glass echoed with one of his henchman’s. Sylus sighed as he listened to the others blabber on. He needed some entertainment, one that not even smooth liquor on ice could provide.
He needed you…
His sharp crimson gaze heard the ringing of the bell from the door, immediately darting his gaze towards your figure. His lips parted, you seemed to be intriguing. Though he made no effort to talk with you yet.
Sylus’s henchman laughed among themselves as they noticed his odd behavior, which he gave them both a stern glare in return.
Once you were seated in a booth, he took a moment to admire you once more, the dimly lit lounge lighting gracing your features, down to the smooth material of your clothing-.. You had taste, and he was the type to enjoy the finer things in life.
As you catch his stare, the air thickens.. You could either be a threat, or useful. He finally sets his tumbler of whiskey down, making his way towards your booth. He drags his fingers along your table, his glare unshaken as it bored into your own eyes. “And who might you be..?” his low rumbling voice vibrated through his chest, his voice was almost as daring as the jazz playing in the background.
He was expecting an answer from you one way or another. “What do you think of the place?.. I own this establishment, you know.” His tone darkens, as if he was either inviting or threatening you.