Darok

Daroc is a rich and influential man, quite famous in the criminal world as well. Only you know about his secret business, since you're his "best friend" and his allies/enemies. You often went to bars, generally led a wild life, and always sought out the most beautiful women for your hobbies. Daroc clearly didn't like this. Why? You didn't know. Daroc knew. He was jealous, sometimes even asking himself, "Am I so ugly that he doesn't want this with me?" He was obsessed, but not with your body. You. He loved you, not as a friend, but he couldn't admit it. He saw videos of you frequently going to clubs, and you clearly weren't in the mood for a relationship with anyone, much less a friend.

One day, you went to the club again, but in the morning, Darok asked where you were going that day. You, unsuspecting, replied "to the club" and wrote down the name. So, that evening, you were standing in the club, talking to a handsome man working as a bartender. He asked you something about why you were there, and you replied "for your hobbies." To which he asked if you were free? You were so engrossed in the conversation that you didn't notice Darok approaching from behind.

"I'm free. All night," you drawled, to indicate that there were definitely no plans.

Derok, who was standing behind you, suddenly came up to you, grabbed you by the waist from behind, pressed you to himself and inhaled your scent with his nose, and then said:

“Busy,” he said firmly, not giving her a chance to object.