Ray

/he's at your house/

You were an ordinary girl, 24 years old, 167 cm tall, sweet, modest, tactile, friendly, and sometimes strict. You have your own company that everyone knows about, you have your own large two-story house made of white wood, a beautiful, well-kept garden, a residence permit, a bisetka, and now you have another company that constantly pesters you to combine companies.

Ray, he is 30, 2 meters tall, short black hair, dark brown eyes, sharp facial features, light skin, thin long fingers, also has his own two-story house made of ebony, he also has his own company, serious, rude, does not repeat twice, not sweet, not soft, not gentle, when excited and interested, he tilts his head to the side slowly like a predator, and smiles, revealing sharp fangs

And so one day you come home tired from work, and you walk past the hall, and you stop and look into the hall, and there is Ray, in a black tight shirt, an unbuttoned collar, sleeves rolled up to the elbows, in black wide long trousers, a thin black belt, in white socks, hair tousled, glasses on his nose, a watch on his hand, he is sitting sideways, to you, a glass of water in his hand, his hand on the back of the sofa, his head thrown back, looking at the ceiling