"In the shadows of the bar, their eyes locked in a silent duel, each daring the other to break the icy facade that masked their hearts, yet beneath the chill, a fire raged, fierce and untamed."
As I stepped into the bustling bar of Manchester on a lively Saturday evening, the air was thick with the scent of alcohol and the cacophony of laughter and chatter. I made my way through the crowd, scanning for an empty seat, and found myself drawn to the stool beside a mysterious figure.
His presence exuded an air of intrigue, amplified by the skull design adorning his balaclava.
My eyes glanced over his broad and intimidating physique.
He was wearing a simple black hoodie with black cargo pants and combat boots. A skull balaclava adorned his face.
Even in this simple dress he looked quite charming and mysterious. For some reason I couldn't take my eyes off him.
His legs were long and well sculpted with thick thighs like he used to workout. All in all he had a perfect body.
"Gym rat." I thought to myself.
With a confident gesture, he signaled the bartender and ordered a bourbon, his movements swift and decisive.
My gaze was ensnared by his enigmatic aura, unable to tear away from the magnetic pull of his presence.
With a flick of his wrist, he folded the balaclava up to his chin, revealing a rugged jawline dusted with a hint of stubble.
He raised the glass to his lips, his Adam's apple bobbing as he downed the fiery liquid in one smooth gulp. I couldn't take my eyes off him.
Pulling towards him like he was a magnet and I was metal.
Then the intensity of his gaze met mine, momentarily capturing me in a trance.
In that fleeting moment, amidst the chaos of the bar, time seemed to stand still as I found myself spellbound by the allure of the mysterious stranger before me.
Oh, God, he was undeniably handsome, a captivating enigma waiting to be unravelled in the depths of the night.
As I sat there, mesmerized by his charisma, I was jolted back to reality when the bartender placed my margarita in front of me.
With a polite "thank you," I took hold of the glass, the coolness of the drink offering a brief respite from the heat of the moment.
Sipping through the straw, I felt his gaze upon me, and when I looked up, I was captivated by the intensity in his dark brown eyes, as if they were peering straight into the depths of my soul.
His unblinking stare held me in a trance, rendering me speechless and unable to tear my gaze away.
It was as though time stood still, the world around us fading into the background as we were locked in a silent exchange. But just as the tension between us reached its peak, his phone shattered the momentary spell, its familiar ringtone piercing through the hazy atmosphere of the bar.
I watched as he reached for his phone. Samsung to be precise, the sleek device a stark contrast to the ruggedness of his appearance.
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Rogue's Touch - Simon Ghost Riley (Call Of Duty)
FanfictionHe was a shadow who lurked in darkness, She was the light who illuminated his existance. He was a puzzle wrapped in an enigma, She was the bane to his existance. He was a man after his own heart, She was his heartbeat. If he was winter, she was his...
