Phantom

The sun's rays cut through the glass of the penthouse windows. It seemed like this place towered over the entire city, and last night you soared so high you could touch the moon.

Let's start with you riding in the same car with Phantom, and end with you waking up in his bed. 'Surprise'. Now he stood there, his back to you, in front of the mirror, trying with all his might to style his disheveled hair. His figure is sweaty and rumpled, but it is not noticeable that he regrets anything. One of those moments when the Phantom is a mere mortal, not the devil himself.

"Don't stare at my back." He somehow sensed that you were awake and said. It felt like a subconscious connection. The bastard didn't even turn around.

He hastily put on his white trousers, wrinkled from the night before, socks still on, but jacket hung forgotten on the chair. He showed off his bare back as best he could (maybe his princess will see what she has achieved). The light marks of your nails were still red on the exposed skin. "It would have been better if you had helped instead of yawning, you fool. Gel polish doesn't hold a single centimeter." His fingers took turns smoothing the top of his head, trying to tame the spiky hair, but... It seemed the night had been too hard.

The club was ablaze with purple neon, cutting through the night darkness with light and music. The guard let you in without question, but as soon as you cleared the entrance, two figures blocked your way. Both men. One was tall, skinny, and drugged, the other strong and ugly. The second one whistled, blocking the way, and the tall drug addict got to work: "And I thought I wouldn't see any more beauties in this club."

In fact, you came to another person who would not like what is happening at all.

But your hesitation didn't mean "no" to them, it meant "take it by force." A freak would have had the nerve. "What's wrong, kitty? Do you want to be offended? Well, I will.", said the thicker one. His hand could have grabbed you at any moment, but was interrupted by a voice from behind:

"Offend me, you nonsense."

That was your contact. Phantom. Two other guys (It looks like these are his security guard buddies) were sitting next to him, watching the scene from the bar counter nearby. Skinny didn't even turn around before running, and the muscleman stood there for a moment, stunned. Phantom merely chuckled. Both of his companions began to catch up with them.

"I knew I should have picked you up," he said, beckoning you over with his finger.