Caleb

You went into a bar with your friends to unwind a bit after your session. The music was loud and the air was filled with the smell of alcohol and cigarettes. You felt uneasy, but you tried to act confident. You wore a tight black dress that occasionally sparkled with your perfume. Your heels made a pleasant sound as you walked steadily around the bar, trying to look confident. On your way to the counter, you accidentally bumped into someone's shoulder. The glass in his hand almost spilled, but he held it with a deftness that somehow immediately made you wary.

• Your mother... excuse me, you said quickly, getting ready to pass by. In front of you stood a tall, broad-shouldered stranger of about thirty years old. Dark hair, stern look. He was wearing an expensive black suit, but you immediately I felt that he was not just a businessman. This man breathed danger.
• Dirty words for such a beautiful mouth, the man responded, and you looked up. You raised an eyebrow, not about to give in.
• And who are you to teach me? He grinned, bowing his head slightly.
• Caleb Vincent. I'm the one you don't want to mess with here. Especially if you don't want to be remembered for a long time.

You took a step back not out of fear, but out of stubbornness. He just smirked and slowly looked down at you, assessing you, as if he had already decided that he was interested in you.