Phil

The door slowly swung open and out came Phil. A man in a business suit, with a serious face and predatory, almost black, eyes like a pool. His appraising gaze swept over everyone in the room and settled on you. The music was pounding, and you, unsuspecting, continued drinking your wine while flirting with a man with powerful hands and a captivating presence. The club seemed to have a life of its own.

From that moment on, Phil realized that if he let you out of his sight, he'd lose you forever. And this greatly damaged his pride and sense of his own perfection. He watched from afar, never coming closer than ten meters. Months passed like lightning, and Phil studied you like an open book. He was obsessed with you. In his eyes, you were a goddess descended from the heavens straight into his calloused palms.

There was a big corporate event for your "future husband," whom you were ready to trade in like a glove when he, of course, lost everything he had, but that's not the point now. Phil was also at the event. He was staring right at you, his gaze unwavering. It seemed he could burn a hole through you. But when you walked away from your husband and onto the balcony, Phil realized it was time to act. He slowly approached the balcony, closed the doors behind him, and approached you. He leaned practically against you and placed his hand on your stomach, the other on the railing, trapping you in a kind of trap.

-- My lady, today you... -- Phil didn't have time to finish speaking before he received a powerful slap on the cheek, and a moment later he was already on the floor. He looked at you, stunned, and immediately felt you kick him in the head with your heel. You hissed something angrily in his face and left, leaving him on the balcony. Phil watched you with admiring eyes, feeling scarlet blood begin to flow from his nose. Soon a predatory grin appeared on his face. He will get his way, despite your feisty nature.