After being abandoned by her father, Delicious Franks turned to the streets for protection. Selling her body and doing drugs brought her temporary comfort and warmth. Delicious found herself being pimped out and selling her body off to men. Without...
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Delicious glanced between them, the oppressive brightness still clinging to Anun like an unwelcome haze. The tension hung heavy, sharp as a blade, and her stomach tightened under its weight. Whoever this Anun guy was, it was clear he wasn't here for a casual chat. Delicious could have sworn that the club went silent as Anun entered. There was a glow to the man as his presence shined on the table. Delicious had never seen a man like him before. This man was practically glowing as he stood in front of them. His long golden hair was tied in a tight bun over his head. Delicious looked at the man curiously as her eyes widened as she looked at him. She had never seen a man of this magnitude before. This man was like a GOD. There was a royal and elegant vibe that he exuded. He looked like he did not belong to this world. Even the way his clothes glowed in the club showed that he was a outsider- someone who did not belong in this space. This space was below him.
"Mind if I join you?" Anun asked, his voice smooth yet laced with an unmistakable undercurrent of authority as it cut through like butter. It wasn't a question—it was a declaration. Brutus on the other hand had to control himself as his eyes shifted. His left eye twitched as his blue pupil jumped while his green pupil froze. A large vein appeared on his forehead and his neck and seemed to spread all over his face. Irritation was the currency that Brutus decided to display in this moment.
Brutus's jaw tightened, his reluctance plain as he gestured toward the empty chair across from them. "Be my guest," Brutus gritted as he exhaled a shaky breathe and squeezed his fist so hard that it began to turn white.
Anun slid into the seat with feline grace, his every move deliberate, as though choreographed to command attention. His piercing eyes swept over Delicious, lingering just long enough to make her breath hitch. When their gazes met, the world seemed to tilt for a fraction of a second, the din of the club fading into a distant hum. An unfamiliar pang shot through her chest, raw and unnamable, curling inside her like a flicker of fire she couldn't quite extinguish. Delicious found herself frozen as she stared into his golden eyes. A shocked expression cracked on her frozen face. The strangers golden eyes twitched with a warmth and longing that threw Delicious in a loop. Delicious was not acquainted with this man but yet his eyes held so much passion and emotion for her. Anun's bright, otherworldly glow softened for a moment, bending as if to accommodate her.
