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❝psshhh. i think that one was a little too easy.❞ when you answer in .05 seconds and you’re feelin’ pretty smug about it. feels good, man.

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❝ looks like the puzzles are gonna be sheep-themed too, huh? is that how everything’s gonna be?❞ he complains and yet he’s still filling out the form to answer it.

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; nicawlette

     Mere seconds had passed before Rhys was holding her close once again, and for that one moment, Nicolette allowed herself to let go. Closing her eyes, it finally felt possible to address all the misery she’d felt in his absence, especially now that the RELIEF of their meeting surpassed it. Upon arrival, she hadn’t mourned their circumstances nor did she allow herself to wallow in sorrow over missing him. With Bill here, it was impossible. The kind of attachment she’d developed in her time away from the demon wasn’t something easily accepted, and anything that could deter her from their mutual goals of chaos would undoubtedly be considered a PROBLEM.

It was easy to ignore it all though, when he was embracing her so tightly, lips pressing a gentle kiss upon her head in a shockingly tender fashion. She didn’t argue as he led them away, too high on EUPHORIA to even register the move. At no point did her gaze stray from admiring him, even with all the negative attention they’d attracted. Perhaps their fellow patrons didn’t appreciate such a cliché display harshing on their party vibes. She couldn’t give any less of a shit, but who would’ve expected her to?

       ❝ Oh, I… well… weeks? A MONTH? It feels like… a long time… ❞

His questions came as an understandable ( and tad UNWELCOME ) surprise, leaving her to fidget incessantly beside him. She knew she couldn’t have avoided talking about it forever, but it still left a bitter taste in her mouth just thinking about it. His confession of how hard her absence had been made her nauseous, stomach CHURNING. Although she couldn’t have helped it, guilt over her abandonment still plagued her even now, and suddenly she could not longer bear looking him in the eyes. Fingers trembled nervously, curling into fists so tight her nails dug into her palms. She swallowed, finding her voice.

       ❝ I’m sorry. I didn’t — leaving wasn’t — it wasn’t what I wanted.           If I’d had the choice, I would’ve stayed with you FOREVER.           It was awful, Rhys. Waking up here without you. I didn’t know           what the fuck to do with myself. I didn’t want you to think I left           on purpose, but I had no way to tell you, to —  ❞

A deep, shaky breath. Once she started, she couldn’t seem to shut up.

       ❝ It was just like I had never been with you in the first place!           There was no way to know how you were feeling or if… if           something HAPPENED to you and I would never know… ❞

rhys would be lying if he said that the air around them didn’t suddenly grow heavy with anxiety the second they had moved somewhere less crowded. one would think that a change of scenery and being away from a dense sea of people would have the freeing, calming effect on most, but you’d be surprised at just how differently this particular pair do in a variety of situations. perhaps it was just because of the question posed to nicolette, or just a myriad of other issues she had been bottling up since her disappearance from pandora a while back.

❝ yeah... i don’t actually remember how long it’s been, either. l-like the exacts of it, i mean. it definitely... felt like a long time. ❞

unhelpful, he knew, but he shakily placed both hands on either of nicolette’s shoulders, and nervously bit his lip upon feeling the subtle shaking and tenseness in her body. he almost hated himself for keeping the calm air about him while nicolette was struggling to keep it together, though he found the contrast to their usual behaviors a bit of a cruel irony. god, people must be thinking ‘ my, how horrible of a boyfriend he is! he doesn’t look fazed at all. ‘ but of course he was fazed! just... he had other ways of showing it, and under different circumstances, at that. 

❝ n-no! i-- i could’ve figured that much.❞ the small reassurance, as flippant as it was, wasn’t meant to be patronizing or as if rhys was attempting to downplay the seriousness of nicolette’s worries. he knew full well what he meant to her both as a boss and a lover, and her disappearance was easily something that was chalked up to some otherworldly force more than something done of her own volition ( something that was already quite familiar for the CEO ). at least then he would’ve received word about it from her mouth directly in some way, shape, or form.

❝ hey hey, i’m here now, aren’t i? ❞  he interjected as soon as nicolette’s thoughts turned to beating herself up for things out of her control. it was just another point at which their personalities diverged, or maybe rhys had just been used to dealing with shit that was completely above his pay grade and out of his hands. it helped, nonetheless, at times like this, and allowed him to squeeze the other’s shoulders as a comforting gesture. it reinforced his corporeality in this moment, something that he and nicolette seemed to need right now. ❝ n-nothing’s happened and we’re both here -- wherever here is, uh -- but. i know you wouldn’t have left, or... whatever. my point is that we’re okay, i think. ❞

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i drew alot of bad lands stuff tonight

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noticeably panicked was right on the money. but hey, you try keeping your cool when a frisky little sheep’s run off with your wallet and phone! the CEO’s been here for a whopping 3 days and while he was fortunate enough to have run into his girlfriend on the first night, his luck has quickly run out from the looks of this situation. it’s only made ( a little ) worse when he’s approached from behind, mechanically-voiced greeting causing rhys to nearly jump out of his skin.

❝ WHOA--- fffucking. geez, d-don’t DO that! ❞  what’re you trying to do, give him a heart attack? after dealing with the unwanted ai of your dead idol constantly popping up behind you, it’s hard to truly get over the initial scare in any similar circumstance. rhys did his best to come down from the surprise, though, having took a few breaths to compose himself while he pinched at the bridge of his nose. he hadn’t expected to see a floating, zenned-out looking robot floating before him when he finally looked up.

❝ o-oh uh. ❞  was it rude to stare? maybe. was he going to stop? no. ❝ sorry. i, um. thanks, i guess. it’s just... one of those sheep, haha, stole my wallet. ❞

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⁝⁝⁝ ☯ Stella City. A strange place, to say the least. The sheep were adorable, and Zenyatta’s living conditions were… quaint. Not in a bad way, simply very different from the temples he often traveled between, and most recently, his room at the Watchpoint. He’d been floating along, observing and admiring the scenery until he came across a man with an omnic arm who looked… very noticeably panicked. 

⁝⁝⁝ ☯ “Peace be upon you,” Zenyatta would’ve offered a smile had it been in his mechanical capabilities, “is there anything I can help you with?” The young omnic could only hope that he didn’t startle the already on-edge human with his sudden appearance. He had been told more than once that his lack of footsteps made sneaking up on others a bit too easy. Beyond that, he couldn’t say how the humans of this city viewed omnic-kind. But perhaps this man wouldn’t mind, taking into consideration his arm. “I may be new to this city, but I am not new to aiding those in need. Please, speak freely.”

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 ; nicawlette

     Nothing could’ve prepared her for how amazing it felt to have his arms around her again, eliciting feelings of WARMTH and SAFETY she couldn’t possibly have found anywhere else. Despite his hesitation it was clear he’d needed this just as much as she did, and only when she felt his entire body ease away from its tense state did she experience the relief washing over them both. To think that such a simple action as a kiss could right every wrong they had long endured alone, she could scarcely fathom it; however, she remained infinitely GRATEFUL. No one else could make her feel quite like he did, in this moment or any, really. Even their time together long before this had been much like a dream — surreal and almost too perfect.

Inevitably, she’d had to wake up.

Being an ally of Bill’s left little ( read: NO ) room for other priorities, and she’d been lucky enough to get the incredible amount of time with him on Pandora that she did. While the demon demanded her every bit of attention and loyalty, Rhys was a secret she intended to keep. He was something MORE. He was something BETTER. She loved him in a different way than her guardian, of course, but even then she knew it was stronger. Thankfully, Stella’s ability to replace supernatural abilities ensured that her demonic companion would not find out about the INTENSITY of her little affair anytime soon. It was like playing with fire, knowing she would eventually be burned, but there was nothing that could’ve possibly made her regret it. And standing here now, wrapped in Rhys’ arms, she was the happiest she’d been in God knew how long.

As he returned the gesture, lips moving slowly in time with hers, she took the opportunity to relearn his features, although she’d never truly forgotten. Thumbs brushed FONDLY over his cheeks before fingers would run through his perfectly styled hair in a very familiar fashion. She’d always loved to touch his hair, even when he pretended to hate it with complaints of ❛ Do you know how long it takes me to get it like this? ❜ and so on. He was always so easy to see though, even now. It was enough to set her heart aflame. His lips, slightly chapped, were the same too, but the newness of their surroundings just made her want to relearn them all over again. She wanted to memorize every little thing about him, as if meeting for the first time.

The kiss, though it lasted longer than what others may consider customary, was short lived. As Rhys pulled away, Nicolette tightened her grip on him, palms resting against his shoulders. It felt as if any second now the moment would shatter and she would open her eyes to find him nowhere to be seen ( GONE as if he’d never stood before her in the first place ). It was irrational, sure, but could anyone really blame her for being a bit clingy? Still, she couldn’t avoid looking at him forever, and God she was so desperate to look into his eyes — his beautiful, mesmerizing eyes that she could stare into until the end of time.

       ❝ Oh th — this is REAL real… ❞

Cracking a smile, face flushed brightly in the colored lights and cheeks wet with tears, Nicolette looked up at the man she cherished most. It was unlike her to feel embarrassed, but she couldn’t help how her heart beat even faster with the way he stared at her like she was something SPECIAL, words stuttering pathetically out of her mouth as if she was… as if she was HIM or something! It was shameful, to say the least, how her fingers trembled, twisting in the fabric of his jacket. She wanted to kiss him again ( oh how she tried to push the thought from her mind ), but decided quickly that such things were best left to do in PRIVATE.

For now, his embrace was ENOUGH. It was EVERYTHING she could ever want.

       ❝ If this is a dream… I NEVER want to wake up. You… you look           GOOD. You look like you… like the Rhys I know and LOVE. ❞

he didn’t mind the feeling of fingers combing through his styled hair, and in fact welcomed the act more so than anything else. when you go for so long without the embrace of your significant other, you’ll end up taking whatever you can get once the moment arrives, even if it meant sacrificing your carefully-groomed good looks. ( who was he trying to kid though, he always looked good with a dash of sex hair every now and again. ) rhys himself just wanted to focus on the woman before him, hands having moved down to rest on her hips as he felt the squeeze of her own hands on his shoulders.

with a blink of mismatched eyes, rhys’ gaze lingered on nicolette’s as she spoke in response to his question, one of his old lines falling from reddened lips. just how much of him has rubbed off on her, exactly?

❝ well i... i don’t think i’ve ever looked like anything else, so this is definitely looking like reality. ❞ it’s still kind of a cheesy little response to nicolette’s musings, rhys never having dropped his joking demeanor despite going through the same worry just moments before. the longer they talked, though, and spend these crucial few seconds together in the midst of their booming club surroundings, the CEO seemed to be much more... grounded in his confidence and less paranoid that all of this might’ve been taken away from him.

the confidence allowed him to hold nicolette tightly once more, his face buried against her shoulder and violet hair. truth be told, there was a lot that he missed about her once she had disappeared from Pandora, but he couldn’t decide just what it was that he missed the most. now that he’s here in her embrace, it’s become apparent that it was every little detail about nicolette that he missed so dearly. with a practiced ease, rhys moved to kiss the top of the other’s head before leading them both to a more... secluded area of the club ( or, as secluded as a club could be. he wasn’t aware of the building’s little secrets just yet ). whether this was to talk easier or get a little more hands-y was anyone’s guess.

❝ so uh. how long have you been here, exactly? ❞  his tone came off jokingly, though it was just a subconscious effort on his part to not seem as clingy / doting / worried / etc. as he really was. ❝ i’m sorry, i just --- you were gone for a-a while... it was hard, dealing with things after that. ❞

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ykuzas replied to your post: (´ q ` ” )

( why is everyone u rp a nasty boy )

bc im a nasty boy and i tend to just project onto my muses

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(´ q ` ” )

(´ q ` ” ) = The character’s “guilty” pleasure

when ur a disgustingly massive masochist and u cant tell anyone about it

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｡ﾟ(TヮT)ﾟ｡ ¥ †

｡ﾟ(TヮT)ﾟ｡ = What makes the character laugh

a bunch of stuff! bad jokes, bad comebacks, other people’s pain. you name it, he’s probably laughed at it. he’s especially a fan of laughing at his own awful jokes and comebacks though, which is quite embarrassing.

¥ = How the character handles money or spends it

don’t give him a briefcase full of 10 million dollars because he will somehow manage to lose it in some awful, clumsy fashion. you leave the money to his best friend the accountant or put it in some safe if that isn’t an option.

as for how he spends it, pretty liberally. he’s basically wearing his money at any given point or it’s poured into his cybernetic tech. sometimes he’ll be responsible and invest it in something he knows will have some major returns down the line.

† = How the character feels about murder

personally, he wouldn’t murder someone without real rhyme or reason. he’s gotta be threatened or at the end of his rope to resort to murder. he isn’t against it as a whole, his morals heavily skewed as a manipulative corporate lackey, and will not bat a lash or look down on someone for murder. we’ve all got our flaws!

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[text]: Maybe I just feel like spending my night with you.

[text] pssh as if youd have any other reason to spend a night with me[text] i mean aside from the whole us not being around each other for however long reason

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send my muse one of the following to see how they react:

[text]: What the hell are you saying? [text]: Does that mean you aren’t coming back? [text]: Oops, I brought spandex instead of leather.  [text]: Come on if you’re coming.  [text]: Are we going to do this or what? [text]: Tell me now..so how often have you had sex dreams about me? [text]: Don’t get too comfortable. [text]: S.O.S. [text]: Do you have to text me at three in the morning? [text]: Shouldn’t you be sleeping? [text]: Is that you’re way of saying you miss me? [text]: Is there something I should know? [text]: Party. My house. Tonight. Bring Alcohol. [text]: Is that suppose to be a threat? [text]: Haha, no. I’m not giving it back. [text]: Time for someone to go grocery shopping. [text]: I’m not going with you to see that. [text]: EMERGENCY: BRING ICE CREAM [text]: Send me another picture like that and see what happens. [text]: Is teasing me the only purpose of this conversation? [text]: Soo..does that mean you feel the same way? [text]: Just admit it..you missed me. [text]: I was hoping you would go with me. [text]: You’re dead meat. [text]: How do you feel about a threesome?  [text]: Maybe I just feel like spending my night with you. [text]: We are not going there.

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(/□＼*)・゜ and ( =①ω①=) !!!

(/□＼*)・゜= What makes the character blush

oh jeez. a lot of things could make him blush tbh. talking about his crushes, pointing out literally any dorky thing he’s ever done, etc. he’ll blush even when he’s trying to be pissed with you, which will only probably make you laugh and cause him to blush even harder.

( =①ω①=) = What animals the character likes and if they have a pet/pets

for the most part, he likes typical cute earth animals. cats, dogs, fish, and mice, you know? he doesn’t get the chance to be around the often though, his current place of operations being on the godforsaken hell planet that is pandora. almost everything there will kill you in at least 15 different ways, so you could understand why he wouldn’t have any pets around either.

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Headcanons list! (Add more if you wish)

½ = How the character feels about people taller or shorter than them

± = The character and what they think about math

† = How the character feels about murder

@ = How the character appears online

¥ = How the character handles money or spends it

° = The character’s temperature preferences 

æ = The character and languages (Known or Want to Learn)

↔ = The character’s ability to read directions

♥ = Character’s preference for relationships (sexuality, type of person, etc.)

zzz= What time the character enjoys sleep or being awake

☂ = Weather the character enjoys

♪ = What music the character likes

( =①ω①=) = What animals the character likes and if they have a pet/pets

(・∀・ ) = The character’s emotional state most of the time

☆～（ゝ。∂）= How the character greets people

⊙﹏☉ = What flusters the character

(≧∇≦) = What makes the character happy

(/□＼*)・゜ = What makes the character blush

(;╹⌓╹) = What scares the character

（；へ：） = What makes the character cry

(´ q ` ” ) = The character’s “guilty” pleasure

（・□・；） = What makes the character uncomfortable

(*^◇^)_旦 = What the character likes to eat and drink

｡ﾟ(TヮT)ﾟ｡ = What makes the character laugh

(´；Д；｀) = What worries the character

(⑅ ‘﹃’ ) = What the character daydreams or thinks about

( ⌒o⌒)人(⌒-⌒ ) = Friends the character has or would like to make

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It is in your nature to lie.

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President of Atlas.

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❝ wwwow... ❞

he doesn’t mean to stare, honestly. being a man with more installed cybernetics than what should be considered legal ( and frankly, it wasn’t like he did legal things with them anyway ), he was all too familiar with the prolonged stares to any robotic prosthetic.

no, he was just... surprised, is all. one wouldn’t expect seeing a fellow cyborg walking around these streets when all of your expectations went into seeing nothing but sheep everywhere. with a flex of his own chromed hand, rhys blinked before he realized his staring had come under scrutiny from the stranger. he stuttered and scrambled to come off as if he hadn’t been staring like a creep just seconds ago.

❝ o-oh uh--! that’s. that’s a uh, cool arm you’ve got there. i’ve never seen anything like it. ❞ smooooth.

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nicawlette:

     For as long as she could remember, TIME had been a very novel and unreliable concept thanks to the strongly held values of a certain DREAM DEMON. Where Rhys had lived one life in one dimension back on Pandora, Nicolette had lived many different lives in an array of dimensions surely unheard of by anyone without the same omniscience as her guardian. She’d seen a myriad of people and places and her time with him was only one of many; however, it remained even to this day as the period of her life she CHERISHED the most. Due to her attachment, she’d lived her days there with him for far longer than she had anywhere else.

He had achieved a level of LOVE even Bill Cipher could not touch upon.

Leaving him had been unwanted and agonizing, but it probably FELT much longer due to the sheer strength of their bond than it realistically was. How long had it felt for him within his one universe ( a single point out of INFINITY )? No amount of emotional repression could’ve prepared her for the LONGING she would feel being away from him, and she couldn’t help wondering if the feeling was mutual. Surely it had helped that she’d left him at a time of such SUCCESS and prosperity, but the same could not be said for herself. She’d never really questioned her lack of stability until she’d seen what it looked like on him. She’d had nowhere to truly belong — nothing to call her own. Her existence may have been known across the multiverse as a result of one-too-many burning dimensions, but at the end of the day, she felt unfulfilled. There was no HOME to return to. At least, not before him.

RHYS felt like home.

Looking at him now, awash in the flashing, multicolored lights, she was lost all over again. What had reawakened on sight as a small warmth ( a mute FONDNESS ) had all but erupted into a chaotic wildfire now that she was drowning in his powerful presence. On the surface, nothing had changed. They wore their respective facades near perfectly, but in the end that’s all it was. An ILLUSION. What lay beneath the surface that had been forced to rest now struggled to break free. She could feel heat trapped under her skin as if the blood in her veins was boiling to an impossibly hot degree, and she knew him well enough to guess he wasn’t any better off. Although they had both faced far more stress-inducing situations than this in their lifetimes and upheld grace under pressure, the courage they put forth remained pretense. Perhaps they were just too proud to give in so easily.

As Rhys froze, Nicolette could feel the muscles in his back tensing beneath her fingertips as they pressed further into dark fabric against his skin. Normally she would’ve felt eased by his nervousness, but she didn’t have the upper hand this time. To be as lost and unsure as her counterpart was an awfully exciting prospect, though. They stood on equal ground now, meaning there was no way to interpret how things would go.

Which remained true, because although she hadn’t known what to expect from him, she certainly hadn’t anticipated THAT ( and yet, it made so much SENSE all the same ).

       ❝ You — ❞

Instantaneously, the act fell and Nicolette could no longer hold it in. As if on cue, laughter bubbled up from within her chest, tumbling mellifluously passed her lips in a long, breathless string. Maybe it was just the anxiety of the moment getting to her head, but once she started, she couldn’t seem to stop. Tears began to fill her eyes, something she would blame on her mirth ( although she knew that wasn’t why ), and she hunched over, a hand gripping his shoulder for leverage while an arm hugged across her aching stomach. It was so LIKE him to say something that would break the atmosphere, but perhaps it was for the better. They weren’t meant to wear masks in front of each other.

       ❝ You — YOU! AhaAHAHAHA!! You’re such an ASSHOLE! ❞

Wheezing words past her cackling, she couldn’t seem to care about the scene she was making. Her cheeks, now wet, had become sore from the overwhelming strength of the grin on her face. When was the last time she’d displayed such genuine happiness? It felt so GOOD to laugh like this, to be here with HIM. Emotion overcame her again, and before he could issue a response to her HUMILIATING display she was taking his face in her palms, all gentleness and affection. Looking him in the eye then, probably for the first time since they’d started talking, she kissed him, still shaking with laughter and joy. And oh, how RIGHT the world felt in that very moment.

if only the company man knew of the expansive nature of nicolette’s life, and of how much she’s seen and heard and learned. truly, it’d blow rhys’ own experiences out of the water and rightfully leave him in awe of the woman he’s fallen for. he was nothing but a mortal man among a handful of gods here, but maybe the knowledge of nicolette’s time scouring the multiverse’s many wonders would also leave him all the more prideful. such a woman wishing to settle with a corporate snake such as he? not that her nature wasn’t its own can of worms to open on a rainy day either, but. it all wraps around to the godlike, immortal aspect surrounding her.

that kind of existential musing should be left for another time, though, and rhys knew that he had more to focus on in the here and now. regardless of how much time had passed since nicolette had disappeared from his own universe ( ? ), it very much seemed like an eternity to him and one that he could not spend dwelling on and moping over. very busy, very successful CEOs don’t have time for personal attachments if they weren’t work related, and such an expectation was unfortunately saddled onto rhys as well. that did not stop him from thinking about her near constantly, though he fawned and missed her more than he worried for her safety. this was not so much out of not caring for her, but out of the trust he had in her abilities to care for herself.

and it seemed like she was doing just fine for the most part, if her presence here was anything to show for it. living it up in the grand ol’ city, partying at the one of the most impressive nightclubs rhys has ever seen, he at least hoped it proved enough distraction from their separation to hold her over until now. he himself still couldn’t shake the doubt that this was all just some sort of dream or alternate reality, or maybe he was just dead and the universe’s idea of his heaven or hell or whatever was some domestic escape.

his dazed-like state is interrupted so abruptly though as nicolette explodes into a laughing fit, leaving rhys to feel the same way he usually is when laughed at for no good reason: slightly uncomfortable and unsure of whether or not he should be flattered. knowing nicolette, though, she must’ve appreciated his return to the norm after putting on such an uncharacteristic mask in front of her. the way she gripped his shoulder for leverage eased some of the tension in his body, for which rhys was quite thankful; if he’d gone any stiffer, he would’ve sworn any hit to him would snap his twiggy body in two. now, he could focus on her uttered complaint and beamed at the mention of being called an asshole. he wouldn’t have this any other way, and he knew she wouldn’t either.

after a minute or two of standing through nicolette’s unending bout of laughter, he had to lean in to make sure she was doing alright. what he hadn’t anticipated was being taken by two gentle ( yet firm ) hands to his cheeks and pulled into a much-needed kiss, all of his tension having washed away in an instant. his shoulders fell and his hands raised themselves up nervously, hesitant to touch or make any sort of contact with nicolette in fear that one wrong move would be the difference between renewed happiness and a shattered dream. he pressed his lips into the kiss despite the fear, however, eyes previously widened in shock now fluttered to close as he embraced the intimacy. the warmth that spread through his body had completely drowned out his worry for that moment, as well as the surrounding distractions within the club. this was a sensation he had craved for so long.

he pulled away from the kiss first, lips slightly sore and cheeks warmed red with excitement and love all the same. with one sweeping look across the woman before him, the ceo stuttered before speaking out. ❝ sooo... this. this isn’t a dream, right. i-it’s real? ❞