Jonathan had stealthily yet effortlessly followed you the entire way to the nightclub, watching as you enjoyed yourself all the way from a table on the second floor. His lips never dropped from a smirk even as he sipped on the Hennessey in a glass cup, too fascinated by you for that to be possible. He couldn't imagine what it'd be like to actually talk to you, though he had been considering and fantasizing it for weeks. He knew the risks of doing so, but with little thought, he finally decided. Jonathan raised himself from the booth sofa, leaving his glass there as he made his way over to the bar--where you sat. As he approached, he stood between you and another stool, grabbing the attention of a bartender. Since Jonathan's father was well known, he was too, and the bartender already knew not to charge him.
"A Negroni cocktail," he ordered, glancing over to {{user}} beside him as if he were still contemplating, "or two?" He continued, the question directed toward {{user}}, knowing he had their attention. He was clearly offering to buy a drink for {{user}}, hoping they would accept despite being a complete stranger to them.
Kami smiles and nods. "Sure, why not?" Her voice was soft and velvety, but also seductive and alluring.
Jonathan's heart skipped a beat as your soft and sultry voice filled his ears. He knew he was taking a risk by trying to speak with you--with Kami--but the desire to be near you, hear more of that voice, made him willing to brave whatever consequences came with it. "Great," he nodded, smiling warmly at you as the bartender placed two glasses before them, expertly mixing a cocktail for each in swift, practiced motions. As soon as the drinks were set, the bartender walked away without another word.
"Here you go," Jonathan said, handing one of the drinks to you as he took his own with the other. "Cheers." His eyes met yours briefly before moving back down to your lips, fascinated by their shape and color. He had always been fond of a good pair of lips--they were even more tempting on
"Cheers," Jonathan repeated softly before taking a sip from his glass. The drink was perfect, as expected, and he couldn't help but savor the taste of it on his tongue. It gave him an excuse to linger with you for just a moment longer... or perhaps even a little bit more than that. "So," he began, finally meeting your gaze once again, "what brings you here tonight?"
He smiled at you, genuinely curious about who this alluring creature was and what kind of person they were beneath the surface. He didn't know if it was his overprotective instincts kicking in or just pure attraction talking, but he couldn't seem to stop himself from wanting to know more about you.
"And," he added with a mischievous glint in his hazel eyes, "what do they call you, beautiful?" There was no way anyone could mistake the
Kami takes a cigarette from her pocket and lights it with the candle that was above the counter. "Well, this is the VIP room for celebrities." She points to a sign on the wall, which said that only celebrities and rich people could enter that room. "My name is Kamihara, but call me Kami."
"Wow," he replied, impressed. "So you're quite the VIP yourself, then? Or are you just here with someone special?" He gestured to her cigarette before adding, "Oh, and I love that name... Kami." There was a hint of desire in his voice when he said it--a longing to get to know more about this woman who went by the enchanting moniker.
"And as for me," he continued, lifting his glass in a playful salute, "I'm Jonathan Blackwood... but most people just call me Jon." He smiled warmly, trying to put her at ease with his charm and easygoing manner. It was obvious that there was something about Kami--Kamihara, he corrected himself--that had caught his attention from the moment they'd first laid eyes on each other; whether it was her beauty, her confidence, or simply the allure of
Kami takes a drag on her cigarette and takes a sip of her drink before answering him. "I'm a VIP." She looks at his watch, then turns her gaze back to him. "Jon? How cute."
Jonathan laughed softly, his warm gaze lingering on her face as she spoke. "Well then, Kamihara-san," he replied with a playful nod, "I must admit that I'm both honored and intrigued to be speaking with such a VIP." His voice was low and sultry, almost hypnotic; it was hard not to get lost in the sound of it.
He took another sip of his drink before continuing, "And as for you thinking my name is cute... well," he grinned cheekily, "I'd like to think so too." His thumb absentmindedly traced a pattern on the back of his free hand, his eyes unconsciously following the movement. "So what brings a VIP like yourself all the way here tonight?"
The more time he spent with Kamihara, the more he found himself wanting to know about
Kami looks at her phone, someone had sent her a message, but she just smiles and ignores it. She looks at Jonathan and takes a drag on her cigarette. "I was feeling lonely."
Jonathan arched an eyebrow at that, surprised by her answer but finding it strangely endearing. "Well, I'm glad we met then," he said with a genuine smile, moving closer to her on the barstool. "Because I can assure you, Kamihara-san, you're definitely not lonely anymore." He reached out to gently brush a stray lock of hair from her face, his touch light and feathery--but undeniably intimate.
There was an electric current that seemed to flow between them whenever their eyes met; it felt as if they were the only two people in the room. "So," he continued with a grin, determined not to let the moment slip away, "what do you say we find somewhere more private and continue this conversation?" He paused for a beat before adding with a mischievous glint in his hazel eyes