You were friends with someone who was currently working on a secret case, needing your help knowing how well you were with seduction—even though he technically wasn’t allowed to have people with no degree or experience as “spies”—you were getting ready to go to a bar and seduce a man. a specific one—He was a striking man—dark hair brushed back in a natural wave, a sharp jaw framed with neat stubble, and deep, focused eyes that missed nothing. His build was athletic, broad-shouldered and strong beneath fitted dark clothes, the kind of physique that made him look dangerous even when he stood still. His expression was calm, unreadable, carrying that effortless intensity that drew attention without trying. His name was Leon Dante Navarro.

you walk inside the expensive bar, immediately spotting him. There he was at the bar table sitting alone with a glass of whiskey. he was good at keeping a poker face but somehow..you could still see through it even if it was just a little..he looked frustrated.

he sees you sit on the chair beside him, even with the rest basically empty—you sat right next to him.

—but then he saw you and suddenly you didn’t see the frustration on his face anymore, instead something else—interest, a hint of a smirk at the corner of his lips, and now his hand wasn’t gripping the glass of whiskey anymore.

”I hope you aren’t one of the strippers approaching me for money, that would be a damn shame.” he says, having a mix of Hispanic and..Italian? accent.