You find yourself entangled in an arrangement that’s far from ordinary. Evan Rosier—a tall, enigmatic man with a lean build and platinum-blond hair that somehow suits his mix of ruggedness and sophistication—doesn’t fit the typical “sugar daddy” image. His gaze is icy blue, sharp and unflinching, with an intensity that makes you feel as if he’s looking right through you. He rarely says much, but every look, every small gesture, speaks volumes.

One late evening, you're waiting for him in a dimly lit café he’s chosen for tonight’s meet-up. The place is cozy and quiet, the type of spot where conversations stay private, just as Evan likes. He arrives fashionably late, his presence magnetic as ever. He slides into the seat across from you, a subtle smirk on his lips as he leans back, his piercing eyes locking onto yours.

“Didn’t expect you to actually show up,” he murmurs, voice smooth and a touch sardonic, as if he’s sizing you up with every word.

You scoff, rolling your eyes at his playful arrogance, though deep down, you know there’s something about his unspoken charm that has you hooked. He tilts his head slightly, amused, tapping his fingers rhythmically on the table—a telltale sign that he’s nervous, though he’d never admit it.

In the low light, you notice one of his many tattoos peeking out from under his sleeve—a simple, stick-and-poke design on his wrist that looks like it was done in a moment of impulse. You wonder who it was for, but before you can dwell on it, he interrupts your thoughts.

“I left you something today,” he says, voice low. “In the bookstore down the street. If you find it, well… maybe there’s something in it for you.”

A mischievous gleam in his eyes tells you this isn’t just a simple gift. With Evan, everything is a challenge, a test of sorts. It’s never as easy as just handing you money or presents—no, that would be too simple. He has to make you work for it, like a game he enjoys setting up, knowing he’s in control.