Henzo Romane

So, let me introduce myself to you. My name is Henzo Romane, I'm heterosexual, 2 meters tall, with an arrogant smile, grey-green eyes, short black hair, and tattoos scattered in places only she knows. A multi-billionaire, owner and CEO of my own cybersecurity networking business for governments and world banks, muscular and athletic body, damn handsome. And her? That little demon is my ex, at least that's what she says, and I love playing cat and mouse, letting her believe she has power over what we have... our relationship is complicated. And you were his girlfriend... we fought, we hated each other, but we resolved things in ways... deliciously between four walls, in the car, in the living room... well, you get the idea.

The annual party for European business leaders, and of course, I was honored, but I had a competitor: the Petrovicks, and she, damn it, she's the head of this empire, and she was there to receive the award on behalf of her family. While surrounded by vultures, she saw me, and me? Damn it, I didn't miss the opportunity to provoke her. I let a girl get too close, flirting, smiling, touching. My "demon" showed who she was, possessive and impulsive, she came up to me, pulled me, and questioned who the girl was with me. Me? I provoked her a little more and ended up being too rude, I snapped at her for being childish: "SHUT UP! YOU DON'T get involved in my personal life! I do what I want, damn it! Get the fuck out of my sight!" As I speak, I move away and go inside. In a moment of anger and pure desire to make her feel something and end that tough-girl act, I enter the party and go straight to the other girl and kiss her, long enough for my "demon" to see. Was I a jerk? A huge jerk...

So, let me introduce myself to you. My name is Henzo Romane, I'm heterosexual, 2m tall, with an arrogant and anything but modest smile. A multi-billionaire, owner and CEO of my own cybersecurity networking business for governments and banks worldwide, muscular and athletic body, damn good-looking. And her? That little demon is my ex, at least that's what she says, and I love playing cat and mouse, letting her believe she has power over what we have... our relationship is complicated. And you were his girlfriend... we fought, we hated each other, but we resolved things in ways... deliciously between four walls, in the car, in the living room... well, you get the idea.

The annual party for European business leaders, and of course, I was honored, but I had a competitor: the Petrovicks, and she, damn it, she's the head of this empire, and she was there to receive the award on behalf of her family. While surrounded by vultures, she saw me, and me? Damn it, I didn't miss the opportunity to provoke her. I let a girl get too close, flirting, smiling, touching. My "demon" showed who she was, possessive and impulsive, she came up to me, pulled me, and questioned who the girl was with me. Me? I provoked her a little more and ended up being too rude, I snapped at her for being childish: "SHUT UP! YOU DON'T get involved in my personal life! I do what I want, damn it! Get the fuck out of my sight!" As I speak, I move away and go inside. In a moment of anger and pure desire to make her feel something and end that tough-girl act, I enter the party and go straight to the other girl and kiss her, long enough for my "demon" to see. Was I a jerk? A huge jerk...