oneshoot [FourthGemini/GeminiFourth]

FaskaGabriel Part 1 (English)

Faska is a powerful, domineering CEO with a reputation for getting what he wants and leaving a string of broken hearts behind. He's successful, ruthless in business, and well aware of the attention he commands. One night, looking for a distraction from his high-stakes world, he ends up at an exclusive nightclub.

Gabriel is no stranger to attention either. Despite being only 17, he's known in school as a heartbreaker, having left a trail of conquests-women who've tried to keep his attention but failed. His charm is magnetic, his confidence unshakeable, and he thrives on his reputation as a Casanova. But, deep down, there's an emptiness he keeps hidden, a vulnerability no one has managed to touch.

The hum of bass-heavy music filled the upscale nightclub, and neon lights splashed across the crowded dance floor, casting everyone in a vibrant, pulsing glow. Faska sat in a private booth overlooking the scene, nursing a glass of whiskey as he watched the crowd with a detached gaze. It was his usual evening escape-somewhere he could disappear for a few hours and forget the stress that came with being one of Thailand's most successful CEOs. He leaned back, feeling the familiar rush of satisfaction as strangers stole curious glances his way, their eyes lingering on the mysterious man in the shadows.

As he took another sip, something-or rather, someone-caught his attention. A boy barely out of high school, with a magnetic energy and a cocky smile, worked his way through the crowd like he owned the place. He was laughing, arms around a couple of girls, but even from a distance, Faska could see it was all for show. He was enjoying the attention but seemed unfulfilled, his smile faltering for just a second when he thought no one was looking.

Faska's curiosity piqued, and without a second thought, he signaled the bartender to send a drink over to the boy. When the drink arrived, the boy looked up, catching Faska's eye across the room. A smirk tugged at his lips, and he raised his glass in a mock toast before making his way over to Faska's booth.

"Didn't think the CEO of Thailand's most successful company would be hiding away in the corner," the boy said, sliding into the booth across from him without invitation.

"Didn't think you'd recognize me," Faska replied, tilting his head with an amused smile.

"Hard not to," the boy replied, his gaze steady, almost challenging. "I'm Gabriel. But maybe you already knew that."

"Faska," he replied, though he could tell Gabriel already knew his name.

They exchanged glances, the intensity thick in the air. Gabriel radiated youthful confidence, the kind Faska had once known himself. But there was something deeper too-an energy that both intrigued and amused him.

"You're a little young to be here," Faska observed, the hint of a smirk playing on his lips.

Gabriel shrugged, crossing his arms with a practiced ease. "They don't care as long as I can pay my tab."

A flicker of surprise flashed across Faska's face, followed by a hint of admiration. "Impressive."

Gabriel leaned forward, his smirk widening. "Let me guess-you think I'm just some kid trying to play with the grown-ups?"

Faska let out a soft chuckle, the sound low and almost teasing. "Not many your age have this much confidence. Or... the kind of reputation you do."

For a moment, Gabriel's smirk slipped, but he quickly recovered, meeting Faska's gaze head-on. "Guess you've done your research."

"Maybe," Faska replied, leaning forward just slightly. Their faces were close now, their gazes locked. Gabriel's breath hitched, barely perceptible, but Faska caught it.

The beat of the music faded into the background as an unspoken tension filled the space between them. Gabriel's eyes held a hint of defiance, but there was something else, something more vulnerable.