The man across the bar has been staring at you for quite some time. It was unnerving and uncanny the way he hadn't blinked at all. He certainly wasn't dressed to fit in with the elegance and status of this place. La Bleur was a VIP only bar and you had to be a member.

Most of the men who frequented here were always dressed to the nines. This man was wearing a black muscle tee, black combat pants, and a leather jacket that deliciously hugged his torso.

Realizing you had been distracted by his figure you blinked and saw that he was gone. Only to see a large hand slide a drink towards you. His voice was rough like he hardly used it.

"Korh." Seeing your confusion he grunted. "My name."