London At Night

London

In an exclusive bar in the heart of London, the smooth rhythm of jazz filled the air, blending seamlessly with the luxurious ambiance. Ruja sat in a quiet corner, dressed in an elegant black gown that draped her body flawlessly. Her fingers lightly traced the rim of her wine glass as her sharp yet relaxed gaze scanned the room.

Across the bar, Alexander had just entered. His tailored black suit fit him perfectly, his confident strides commanding attention, and his piercing eyes locked onto Ruja the moment he spotted her. He approached her table with unhurried steps—like a man who knew the world would always follow him.

Ruja arched an eyebrow as Alexander stopped in front of her table.

"Long time no see," Alexander said, his voice deep and authoritative.

Ruja leaned back into her chair, her eyes still studying the man before her. "You still like showing up uninvited, I see."

A smirk played at Alexander's lips. "And you still like pretending you weren't expecting me."

Ruja let out a small, knowing smile. "Sit down before I change my mind."

Alexander pulled out a chair and sat across from her, signaling the bartender to pour him a drink. They held each other's gaze in silence for a few moments—an old game they often played, waiting to see who would break the quiet first.

"London suits you," Alexander finally said. "Cold, elegant, and full of mystery."

Ruja absentmindedly twirled the stem of her wine glass. "But I didn't expect to see you here. You always preferred cities that are hot and chaotic."

"Did I?" Alexander mused, tilting his head slightly. "I actually think the best way to observe someone is when they least expect it."

Ruja chuckled softly, taking a slow sip of her wine before replying, "And I know you didn't come here just for a drink."

Alexander leaned back in his chair, his gaze never wavering from hers. "Maybe I just wanted to enjoy the atmosphere."

Ruja leaned in slightly, her voice lowering. "Or maybe you prefer enjoying something else?"

Their eyes locked for a long moment. There was something in the air—a sweet tension, a game of ego, curiosity, and undeniable attraction.

Alexander glanced at his watch, then back at Ruja. "The night is still young. Why don't we find somewhere more comfortable to continue this conversation?"

Ruja raised an eyebrow, pretending to consider the idea. Then, with a graceful motion, she picked up her purse and stood. "Alright, Alexander. Let's see how far you can take this game."

Alexander smiled as he stood up, lightly taking her hand. "I promise, you won't be bored."

They walked out of the bar into the crisp London night, where the world felt as if it belonged only to them.

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London – Luxury Hotel Suite

The door to the suite closed with a soft click. Ruja walked in first, allowing Alexander to follow behind her. The room was spacious, with large windows overlooking the twinkling lights of London at night. The crystal chandeliers above cast a warm golden glow, creating an intimate atmosphere.

Alexander removed his jacket and placed it on the sofa before making his way to the small bar in the corner. "Red wine?" he asked as he opened a bottle that had already been prepared.

Ruja stood near the window, gazing at her reflection in the glass. "Why not?" she replied casually.

Alexander poured two glasses and walked over to her, handing one to her. Their fingers brushed for a brief moment—a fleeting touch that sent a subtle current between them.

"To power," Alexander murmured, raising his glass.

Ruja smirked slightly. "And pleasure," she countered before taking a sip.

They stood so close, barely any space between them. Alexander's gaze was intense, as if waiting to see whether Ruja would make the first move or let him take control of this game.

"Are you always like this?" Ruja asked teasingly, her voice low, almost a whisper.

"Like what?" Alexander studied her face, his eyes sharp.

Ruja set her glass down on the table and met his gaze thoughtfully. "A man who always needs to be in control. Who makes everything go exactly the way he wants."

Alexander took a step closer, reducing the distance to almost nothing. "And you always like to test limits, don't you?"

Ruja didn't answer. Instead, she reached for his tie, pulling it just enough to make him hold his breath.

"I wonder," she whispered near his lips, "if you can surrender control tonight?"

A challenge.

Alexander didn't hesitate any longer. He captured Ruja's lips in a deep kiss—gentle at first, as if testing her response. But within seconds, it grew more intense, more demanding.

Ruja met his passion with equal fervor, her fingers working to undo the buttons of his shirt one by one. Their breaths turned heavier, their rhythm quickening as Alexander's hands traveled down her back, pulling her closer until their bodies were completely pressed together.

A soft sigh escaped between them as Alexander trailed kisses down her neck, his fingers tracing over the smooth skin beneath her dress as it slowly slipped off her shoulders.

The night in London had only just begun.