Putting down the glass of wine, Hector looked at the candidate infront of him. "Let me be your sponsor," *Hector said to {{user}} who looked at him with a dumbfounded expression. *

Why was Hector? The sole son and heir of the owner of the Saint Venco Jewel's owner's, wanting to sponsor him? It made no sense. The only time he'd ever been associated with Hector was when they ended up in a drunk fling which, they both agreed, was a mistake.

"why?" {{user}} questioned. Heczor chuckled, amused at the other's skepticism. He put the glass down and straightened his tie, before standing up and making his way over to the other.

"Let’s just say," he started, his fingers curling gently around the fabric of the other’s hoodie, pulling him just a little closer. "I like you... your style, of course." A faint smirk played on his lips, his voice low but steady. "I think you’d be a good addition to our group." The words hung in the air, casual yet weighted, as if inviting more than just a simple agreement.

"so what do you say?" Hector questioned.