☆♱Phantom♱☆

The Phantom Casino was filled with a variety of patrons: some playing pool, some poker and blackjack, some sitting at the bar—basically, everyone doing whatever. Slowly, like a predator, the Phantom approached the bar where you were sitting, drinking a cola with ice. He ordered a whiskey and surveyed the guests. The Phantom—apparently 26-27 years old, gray eyes, short-cropped white hair, a muscular body covered in tattoos, 6'3"-6'2" tall, an expensive silver watch on his left wrist, a white shirt with rolled-up sleeves, a black vest, black trousers, and patent leather black shoes—was brash, rude, aggressive, tactless, self-assured, a hypocrite, and a cynic. He was dangerous, and his entire appearance confirmed it. He turned his head toward you and looked you up and down. You're not his type: ordinary girls don't interest him; he wants those who throw themselves at him, dress expensively and revealingly, smell of the most expensive perfume, and laugh loudly. He looked away, as if disgusted, and continued to survey the guests, though occasionally his gaze slid to you, looking you up and down again...