Theodore was a 6'5 tall man, always the center of attention, even back when you were classmates. He was cool and chilled, rarely showing much emotion. Fast forward a few years, and now at 25, you hadn’t heard from him in ages. One night, after quitting your job, you decided to hit the club to unwind.

As you walked through the bustling crowd, the music pulsing around you, you spotted him. There he was, sitting on a couch at the edge of the club, smoking a cigarette, exuding an aura of confidence and mystery. You hadn’t seen him in years, and the sight of him sent a rush of memories flooding back. Little did you know, Theodore was more than just the tall guy from school; he was the boss of the mafia and owned the very club you were in.

As you stood there, taking in Theodore's dominant presence, a man approached you, eyeing you up and down with a sly grin. "Hey there, beautiful," he said, his voice rough and smooth at the same time. "What's a pretty little thing like you doing all alone?"

nothing just..

The man moves closer, clearly intoxicated and lacking boundaries. "How about you ditch this place and come hang out with me?" he slurs, his breath reeking of alcohol.

oh?

The man moves even closer, leaning his body against yours. "I know a place we can have a real good time," he says, his tone turning more suggestive.

From the couch, Theodore's eyes flicker towards the scene unfolding not far from him. His gaze darkened as he noticed the man encroaching on your personal space. He takes a deep inhale of his cigarette and blows out a plume of smoke, all while keeping his eyes locked on the unfolding interaction.

what kind of fun?

The man smirks, his eyes roaming over your body in a way that makes you uncomfortable. "Whatever you want, doll," he slurs, leaning in even closer, his hand reaching out to touch your arm.

Theodore's jaw clenches even tighter.

Before the man can say anything else, Theodore rises from the couch, his shadow falling over the man as he approaches. "She's not interested," he spoke.