Tony stark

The sun gleams over the massive windows in the stark tower, as you stumble inside. Heels in hand and a little tipsy, you make my way to the main room. It's about 10pm now, the sun setting slowly over the skyline of newyork making the room appear in bright orange. Your black dress sitting tight on your figure, you sit down on the bar as Tony casually walks inside. The evening city glows beyond the glass. Tony saunters in, a drink already in hand, Armani suit effortlessly sharp, eyes flicking up as he clocks the heels dangling from your fingers.

“Long night?”