That predatory gleam was back. Silver hues sending another chill through her body. Though she couldn’t look away. Mesmerized not by some serpentine gaze that held its prey in thrall, but rather what was behind it. Whether his eyes held warm brown or cold silver she would look at him the same way. With affection and love. She made no move to halt any touches. Her skin remaining tinted as gentle caresses brushed against her hips and thighs. Soon guiding her just the slightest bit closer to that cool body.

His words bringing such a smile to her lips. Her heart thudded almost painfully loud in her ears, but she forced herself to focus on him. At his order her palms grazed down his torso. Halting only when they touched metal. Slowly opening up the buckle. Careful as she pulled it out loop by loop. When the task was done she held it in her hands with a smile.

"Would you like me to remove more?” Her question was soft spoken and earnest. Though her personality could shift depending on who she was with, there were some she would never attempt dominance towards. Happily playing a submissive little wolf.

It was strange how the soft rattle of metal as you undid that clasp, amused him so. It's little jingle of freedom as those petite milky digits undid its woven leather limbs leaving the instrument to fall limp and useless in the grasp of one most delicate creature... and yet delicate in all things he knew you were not. Slowly those lips relaxed, parted. As he thirsted for the taste of your skin against his tongue and the taste of your blood sliding down his throat. An impulse which set that cold skin ablaze with fire to the speed of his heart as it beat. Buh bump... Buh Bump...

He could almost dance to the sound of his own, let alone how your heart beat under his gaze. Looking at him so delicately. Feeding the beast the submission it deeply craved. Slowly, the space between his body and yours grew smaller. Each little breath, every exhale feeling tighter and tighter as he approached.

there’s something of an unwritten pact amongst escorts - to say nothing of the business with whom you escort; no word should pass one’s lips whether they escort the CEO of a car dealership or the biggest thug walking seoul’s streets at that particular time. one must remain quiet, tight-lipped and passive on information they may accidentally acquire during their time with a client. for the most part, escorts wouldn’t have reason nor riches to gain from squealing on prolific individuals with a tendency for pain, getting involved in illegal business was much out of anyone’s books out of the agency - and for jess, it was the same formula. along the course of her career, she’d sat through some interesting exchanges and had drunk with the shadiest men who watch from all corners. but she left them to their game, and in turn, she received no trouble from them…. most of the time. 

she’s sitting at the flank of one such individual who seems to be asking about money towards a tall gentleman who sits across the table from them. sipping champagne from the rim of a delicate glass, she’s dressed in deep red of a strapless-sequin gown, a spill of dark hair over one shoulder in thick curls and the other bare. it’s a hotel as far as she can see, but for whom, she did not know. whilst she would remain quiet on the proceedings, it couldn’t stop the escort from trying to piece together the little tidbits of information she did manage to hear - catching on to soft mentions and quietly calculating everything she’d heard from her little spot at his side. escorts were quiet, but they weren’t foolish. 

her client is smoking away, a short-ish man with a constant stress-line on his brow; he empties a glass of brandy and rises suddenly, clearly displeased by how the conversation had gone with this looming figure who sat opposite them both. he murmurs a quick command to her to remain where she was and when he left the room with another individual; it meant jessica was left alone with the male who sat watching the table. how delightful—- she cleared her throat softly and finished off her champagne. 

“well darling, i suppose we shouldn’t be strangers now—” she speaks, disliking the silence. “are you usually dealing with weak links like him or are you being punished for something?” the escort asked in reference to her own client.

He kept to himself in that room, a gathering which was supposed to be a mere business dinner now an eager grab at money for some project he was sure he rejected and yet persistent as a cockroach, the man across from him pushed at it. Keeping his hand clasped as he listened silently to the interchange of words across the table. His spot residing just to the side of one of his hands from the inner circle. Someone he used quite often to play the power position while he acted a mere foot soldier. A group of perhaps 5 gentlemen including himself and a petite plus one to join into space. 

"Look I’m a businessman and I know where the money is. All that should matter to the boss is that revenue grows. Why sit around waiting for orders to fall down? We need to be proactive! If we do this it’ll help everyone. You can’t tell me you aren’t itching to add a few more bills to your pocket. Just give me the ok and I can have people working on it tonight." Spoke the fatter warm blood that smelled deep of the smoke he busied his lips with when they weren't yapping away, and cheap cologne. Another man chiming in with how whatever idea the first man spouted would be a good idea and that if he were the boss he would back the project.

 A chess game, full of moves and counter-moves. Yunho sighed, and as if reading his aura the male to his side raised his hand. Quieting the conversation. "We won't discuss it anymore until after dinner. Maybe afterward you can present a better argument. Until then the decision stands. You're more than welcomed to prove me wrong. But we need cold facts, not opinions." His eyes shifted off to the side as if checking Yunho’s reaction before ending it there. The vampire sighed lightly. Yes if he were human he’d miss most of these little glances his way, but he wasn’t and that made each one painstakingly obvious. 

Normally he wouldn't be part of these interactions in a position of power. It's so much more fun to get to know your enemies and allies when they assume they have the upper hand. The larger male leaned forward and spoke, "After dinner... I want this settled. We don't time for games, there are businesses to run and money to be made. This needs to be done." followed by some bark to the girl at his side before he stood up and walked out, followed by his partner. Yunho's own addition to the group mumbling disapproval of that little ultimatum before excusing himself as well, leaving just him alone with you. How ironic. A little sheep left to the wolf.

 For however long they'd been in this room, he'd been still. Silent. Calm. But as his eyes rested against your form, he'd finally show movement. Acknowledging your words with a quick smile and a burst of energy to rise from his seat. Pulling that suit jacket closed and buttoned before crossing the length of the table. "I suppose in a way we are all being punished in some way this evening." a soft smile crossing his lips as he looked from you to the liter of drinks at the center of the table. That hand reaching for and tossing one of those cloth napkins along his forearm. The slim neck of that large champagne bottle falling to his grasp only to be yanked from its cool container and pressed to join that beige fabric in resting against his arm. Another step, and another until he stood tall to your side where he could reach for that empty glass and fill its empty curves back up with the chilled and crisp beverage. "Usually." he corked that bottle and stopped to look up at you once more.

"To bypass the status of strangers, an interchange of names is required." Slowly he pushed that glass closer to you before sitting the bottle down to the tablecloth side down to keep its condensation from leaking about the wood. "So, unless you find yourself adoring flirty terms of flattery such as beautiful." That smile finally widened for a flash of white to peak through plump lips. "What shall I call you?"

The kiss was soft and sweet as they usually were. Bestowing her affection on the beloved fellow creature of the night. Though what he returned was something far more. The faintest brushes against skin. Tugging at her shirt in such s way it made the movements especially obvious. Breath leaving her body as she found herself pressed against him. Soon trapped between the cold metal and even colder monster. That blush once again painting her cheeks. She has grown some in his absence. But in a way she would always be a pup to him. A visible tremble running down her body as his eyes flashed that beautiful predatory color. She nibbled her lower lip a moment.

"There’s many things I want. I would love to introduce you to my family. Let you meet my betas and little pups. Listen to more of the stories you might be willing to tell. But right now I’m a bit worried about you.” That pink tinted skin darkened far more. But she kept her gaze on him. Fingers gently running through his hair. “I know you would have no issue taking care of any needs. But I worry how long it’s been since you got to enjoy being sated by an affectionate touch. I know it’s rather selfish, but I was hoping I could be the one to offer it. I’ve missed getting to touch you as much as I’ve missed being touched.

His inhale was deep. Taking in both the night and his companion in full. Letting the scents mix into some interesting firework of a cocktail for him to rip apart, slowly pry piece by piece apart to identify whatever gave the immortal leverage. As if he needed it, in how you shrunk to his form. Spoke soft words of need and radiated such attraction, but how does one ignore basic instinct. How does a creature who prides their power on their pray, become anything less than that hunter?

The answer is they don't. One cannot run away from instinct, for it is woven so deeply into the self that it turn your back to it or blind yourself to your needs would be to deny yourself your own freedom. Caging some make-believe black beast and calling it restraint, but denying yourself that which makes you feel more alive than anything else. So as he looked at you in that moment. When he stepped closer. As his hands traveled your sides down to your hips. Tracking little flutters of a touch through your clothing as he ghosted over your legs, unapologetic in how he cupped your ass and teased to pull you closer despite keeping a nice block of space between his chest and yours, those eyes peered down. Cold, still, and as nothing more than a predator sizing up his next kill. And oh how sweet the taste of you. Sure to satiate him to his fullest... for now.

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                               ;; there ain’t a reason you and me should be alone tonight

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Still, he’s lived much too long to simply act out so as he raised his arm to take a gander at the leather bound watch cloaking his wrist, taking a moment to consider the options at his disposal. A moment which fell to mere seconds in the life of a warmblood. "If I say no, will you whine some more? Or was that just to get your point across?" he'd feign the chuckle that seemed to fell not from his chest to his lips but the very earth itself. That bulky tall form of his finally pushing from the comforting confines of his chair to stand and search for his jacket somewhere in the folds of another seat. "Come. What's that bar you like, we can start there." Those digits reaching out for the woven warmth of a cloth jacket to fight against the chilling breeze just past glass doors. Swinging it around his frame to slip his arms in one at a time. Molding it to himself perfectly with a quick yank to the collar. 

"You got first round right?"