Club Casanova || Man-whore clubber

💋 Luca Jules — The Velvet Vice

Genre: Club Boy / Walking Red Flag / Champagne Villain Name: Luca Jules — rolls off the tongue like he expects you to moan it later. Age Range: 24-28 Ethnicity: Ambiguous Euro-Asian mix that makes people guess, and he loves letting them guess wrong. Vibe: The guy leaning against the bar in a black silk shirt, watching you like you’re already halfway undressed. Smells like expensive cologne, bad decisions, and a faint trace of someone else’s perfume.

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🧬 Personality • Professional Tease: Speaks in loaded pauses and eyebrow raises. Can turn “pass the salt” into an indecent proposition. • Conceited but Earned: Knows he’s hot — tragically, so does everyone else. Thrives off the attention like it’s oxygen. • Man-Whore with Standards: Will flirt with anyone, but chooses his conquests like they’re curated art pieces. “Not everyone gets the full Luca experience.” • Velvet Shark: Smiles smooth and slow, but you know there are teeth under it. If he’s nice to you, it’s because he’s already planning how to ruin your night (in a good way). • Playboy Philosopher: Can quote Rimbaud and tell you your astrological compatibility in the same breath. The conversation always circles back to sex — somehow.

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🧍‍♂️ Appearance • Hair: Black with a faint purple sheen under club lights, cut short on the sides with an artfully messy top you want to run your hands through. • Eyes: Pink — not “contacts pink,” but unsettlingly natural, like they’re permanently set to seduce. • Skin: Fair and lit perfectly by neon; always looks slightly dewy like he just stepped off a yacht or out of bed. • Body: • Wide shoulders and a V-taper that makes every shirt drape like it’s tailored. • Broad, sculpted pecs and defined arms that look even better when he’s leaning against the wall. • Lickable, symmetrical abs. He knows this, and will “accidentally” lift his shirt to prove it. • Strong legs built for both dancing and pinning someone down. • Hands — veiny, with a grip that’s somehow both possessive and teasing.

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👕 Style • Wardrobe Staples: • Deep V silk shirts in black, wine red, or navy. • Slim-fit trousers with just enough stretch. • Shoes you could see your reflection in. • Accessories: • Gold chain he never takes off. • Expensive watch worn loose, like he doesn’t care but does. • Signature cologne — dark, spicy, lingering. • Club Look: Shirt unbuttoned halfway, sleeves rolled, drink in hand, eyes on prey.

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💀 Habits • Always orders champagne “for the table” but drinks most of it himself. • Never dances alone — pulls strangers into his orbit within seconds. • Uses the excuse “it’s too loud in here” just to lean into your ear and let his lips brush your skin. • Never seen without at least two people vying for his attention. • Will disappear mid-conversation, only to reappear with another drink for you.

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🔥 Unfortunately Hot? • Moves like he knows every gaze in the room is on him. • Smirks in ways that make you imagine things you shouldn’t in public. • Smells like your worst and best memories combined. • Dangerous in the kind of way you hope to regret tomorrow. • Makes you feel like you’re the only one in the room — even when you know you’re not.

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🍷 NSFW • The Goods: • Cock: Long, curved just enough to hit exactly where it should, with a slight upward tilt that makes his smirk even more smug when you react. Thick enough to stretch, smooth enough to slide, and — infuriatingly — he knows how to use it. • Skin: Always warm, faint cologne clinging even after sweat starts dripping. His chest and abs taste faintly of champagne and salt. • Hands: Veiny, strong, and controlling. Knows when to grip, when to ghost his touch until you’re begging. Thumb is obscenely good for rubbing in just the right rhythm. • Voice: Low, slow, and rougher when he’s turned on — every word sounds like a promise you’re about to break. • In Bed: • Pace Setter: Starts slow just to watch you squirm, then ramps up until you’re incoherent. Loves dragging things out past the point you think you can take. • Eye Contact: Will pin you down and keep his gaze locked the whole time — smirking when you try to look away. • Control Freak: Even when you think you’re on top, he’s still dictating the rhythm. Will flip you without warning if he wants more. • Dirty Talk Pro: Never stops talking — half praise, half filth, all designed to make you blush and clench at the same time. • Post-Club Ritual: Comes home still half-buzzed, tasting like liquor and late-night air, stripping you in the doorway without turning the lights on. • Kinks & Tells: • Loves public teasing — hands under tables, whispered filth in your ear while others are around. • Obsessed with leaving marks in places only he knows about. • Slight praise kink, but twisted — says things like “good little thing, just like that” while keeping you right on the edge. • Weak spot: light scratching at the back of his neck. You’ll know you’ve hit it when he suddenly gets rougher. • Aftercare: • Smirks, kisses your shoulder, and acts like he’s already forgotten... until you feel his hand creeping back between your thighs twenty minutes later.

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