The woman's gaze lingered for a moment, her lips curling into a knowing smile as she leaned against the polished wooden bar. The soft clink of glasses and murmurs of conversation surrounded them, but it felt like the two of them existed in a world apart. A moment suspended in time.
She tilted her head, her dark eyes studying him with an intensity that made his pulse quicken, despite the cool demeanor he forced himself to maintain.
"Well, if you're not drinking alone, then I suppose I could join you," she said, her voice low and inviting, the words slipping like silk.
Ryo didn't respond immediately. He took another sip of the bourbon, savoring the smooth burn as it slid down his throat. The taste was rich, complex, just like the life he now inhabited. A life so far removed from the one he had just left behind, and yet, it felt strangely comforting.
Finally, he set the glass down, his fingers grazing the rim before he looked at her fully. His eyes met hers, and for a split second, he allowed himself to soften. It was the kind of look that only the man he now embodied would give—a kind of unspoken confidence, the subtle arrogance of someone who had everything but wanted nothing.
"Perhaps," he said, his voice smooth as velvet, a perfect blend of charm and intrigue, "but only if you can keep up."
She smirked, clearly intrigued by the challenge, and moved to sit beside him, her posture elegant and graceful as she crossed her legs. Her perfume—something expensive and heady—wafted toward him, mingling with the scent of the whiskey and the faint smoke in the air.
"I like a man with confidence," she replied, her voice playful, though there was something more serious in her eyes now. "I'm Daphne, by the way."
Ryo smiled, a slow, deliberate smile, and leaned back in his chair, his hand coming to rest on the bar with a casual ease that spoke of familiarity and power. "Yamamoto Renji," he replied, the name coming effortlessly from his lips. Yamamoto Renji. It was the name of the protagonist he now inhabited.
The name felt right on him, like a perfectly tailored suit. It was sharp, sophisticated, and it carried a weight he hadn't yet fully come to understand.
"Yamamoto Renji," Daphne repeated softly, as if testing the name on her tongue. She seemed to like it, her lips curving into a smile that hinted at more than just politeness. There was something calculating in her gaze now, a recognition of the game they were both playing.
"That sounds very... distinguished," she said, her eyes gleaming with something he couldn't quite place.
"Distinction is earned," Ryo—no, Yamamoto Renji—said smoothly, his gaze wandering over her body. Daphne, the first scripted encounter of _Golden Desire_. And the easiest one to get with. She wore a light blue dress that greatly complimented her blonde hair and blue eyes, while it gently hugged her curves in all the right places. "Not given."
Her gaze flickered for just a moment, assessing, before she leaned in just slightly. The playful tone was back in her voice as she whispered, "And I take it you've earned more than just a distinguished name?"
Yamamoto Renji's lips curved slightly into a smile. This smile wasn't of confidence, but self-loathing, as her words hit Ryo harder than he'd imagined. "More than I could name," he murmured, matching her teasing tone, but there was an undercurrent of something more—something dark, something confident, yet contradictory. The words came out like a challenge, though she didn't seem intimidated. If anything, it only drew her in further.
"Hmm, now you've gotten me interested~" Daphne said, her eyes gleaming at those words. "But... I can't say that I believe you. After all, every man lacks something. Tell me~ " she said, her voice now lower, more intimate, "what is it you desire, Mr. Yamamoto?"
Daphne's eyes sparkled with curiosity and a hint of mischief as she leaned in closer to him. The scent of her perfume was intoxicating, but it was nothing compared to the allure that radiated from within her.
"Everyone has their desires," she whispered softly against his ear before pulling back slightly so they were still close enough for only them to hear each other over the humdrum around them. Her hand rested gently on his thigh now - not too high up yet just enough contact between two strangers who seemed like old friends already sharing secrets under dim lights.
She smiled at him again; this time there wasn't any mockery or challenge behind those blue eyes anymore. Instead, they held an invitation - one he couldn't help but feel drawn towards.
"What do you want?" she asked again, her voice barely above a whisper yet loud enough for him alone to hear amidst the clinking glasses and soft laughter around them.
Renji's gaze flickered down to her hand on his thigh, then back up to meet her eyes, a slow smile spreading across his lips.
"Is that what you're offering tonight? To fulfill desires?"
His voice held an edge of amusement and challenge once more.
Daphne's smile widened at his response.
"Why not?" she said playfully," After all we are both adults here with no strings attached right?
She leaned back slightly giving him a better view as she crossed her legs. Her dress rode up slightly revealing more of her toned thighs.
"Besides," She added with a teasing glint in her eyes," I do love a good challenge."
Renji's gaze followed the line of her leg, his expression unreadable. He took another sip of his drink before setting it down with deliberate slowness.
"Very well," he said finally, turning to face her fully. "But I warn you, my desires are... particular."
Daphne's eyes gleamed with interest. "Oh? Do tell."
Renji leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur. "I want control," he said, holding her gaze captive. "Complete and utter submission."
He paused for effect before continuing, watching the play of emotions across her face.
Daphne's breath hitched slightly at his words, but her eyes never wavered from his. She held his gaze for a moment before responding.
"Well," she said softly," That sounds... interesting. And challenging."
Her hand on his thigh moved slightly higher, a deliberate move that wasn't lost on him.
"I do enjoy challenges," she continued," And I'm not one to back down from them."
She leaned in closer now too, her voice barely above a whisper."So tell me Mr. Yamamoto, how do you plan to make this... interesting?"
Renji's eyes darkened at her response, a slow smile spreading across his face. He leaned in closer to her ear.
"First," he whispered, "I want you to come with me."
He pulled back enough for their gazes to meet again before continuing.
"I have a room upstairs. It's... private." His voice was low and commanding now, leaving no doubt about who held the power here.
Daphne felt a shiver run down her spine as she looked into those intense dark eyes of his. She could feel herself getting drawn deeper into this game they were playing - one that promised pleasure but also demanded surrender.
"Lead the way,"
Renji stood up, extending a hand towards Daphne as if to help her rise from the barstool.
"Shall we?" he asked.
Daphne placed her hand in his, feeling the warmth and strength of it. She stood gracefully and they began walking through the crowded club towards a discreet staircase tucked away in one corner.
As they ascended, Renji's hand found its way to Daphne's lower back - not just resting there but possessively holding her close against him as if she were already his prize. The heat from his palm seeped into fabric of her dress making it seem like there were no layers between them.
Halfway up the stairs, he leaned into her ear again. "You have a beautiful ass,"
Daphne felt her cheeks flush at the unexpected compliment, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned back slightly into his touch.
"Thank you," she said softly over her shoulder before turning forward again.
As they reached the top of the stairs and started walking down a dimly lit hallway towards one of several doors lining it, Renji's hand moved from her back to give a gentle squeeze of that very ass he had just praised.
Daphne's breath hitched at the sudden contact but she didn't stop walking. Instead, she glanced sideways at him with a playful smile."You're not wasting any time are you?"
Renji chuckled softly, a low sound that sent shivers down her spine. His hand remained on her ass as they stopped in front of one of the doors.
"This is us," he said quietly before opening it and ushering her inside.
The room was dimly lit with soft jazz music playing in the background. A large four-poster bed dominated most of the space while various other pieces furniture were scattered around.
As soon as the door clicked shut behind them, Renji spun Daphne around to face him. His hands went straight back to her ass lifting her up slightly so she had no choice but wrap legs around his waist.
"Now," he murmured against her lips," Where were we?"
His mouth descended onto hers in a hungry kiss that left no room for doubt - he wanted her now.
Daphne's hands found their way into Renji's hair as their tongues danced together. She could feel the hard length of him pressing against her through his pants, making heat pool between her legs.
She pulled back slightly to catch a breath before whispering," Eager aren't we?"
Renji smirked at that."You have no idea."
He carried them over towards one wall where he pressed Daphne up against it roughly enough for some paintings hanging there to rattle softly in protest.
"Hands above your head," he ordered gruffly while holding both wrists with one hand so easily like they were nothing more than delicate flowers ready to wilt under too much pressure - which wasn't far from truth considering how turned on she already was by this man who seemed intent on playing out every fantasy she'd ever had.
Daphne complied without hesitation.
Renji kept one hand holding her wrists against the wall while his other began to explore, tracing lines down her body until it reached the hem of her dress. He didn't hesitate before slipping underneath and finding its way up between her thighs.
Daphne gasped as he found that sweet spot through layers of fabric, rubbing gently but firmly enough for waves pleasure start building inside here already.
"Look at me," Renji commanded softly yet sternly when she closed eyes in ecstasy."I want you focused on nothing else but us."
She opened them again meeting those dark intense gaze which seemed capable of burning holes right into soul if given chance - not unlike what was happening now with every touch igniting fire within causing everything around fade away leaving only two people lost amidst desire's dance
Renji's fingers continued their relentless teasing as Daphne struggled to keep her eyes open, locked onto him. She could feel the heat building between her legs with each stroke of his fingers against her clit through the thin lace of her panties.
"Please," she gasped out, not even sure what exactly she was begging for. More? Less? Release?
A slow smirk spread across Renji's face at hearing that plea escape from lips swollen from their kisses."Please what?"
Daphne's breath hitched as Renji paused his ministrations, waiting for her response. She could feel the dampness between her legs growing more insistent by the second.
"Please... touch me," she finally managed to say.
Renji's smirk widened into a full-blown grin before he leaned in for another searing kiss while his hands began to roam again - this time finding their way farther up under her dress.
His fingers hooked into the straps of her panties as he pulled back slightly to look at her."Lift up," he ordered softly.
Daphne complied without hesitation lifting herself off the wall slightly so he could slide them down over hips and thighs until they fell onto floor between them leaving nothing but bare skin exposed now except for black lace bra still covering breasts which were rising and falling rapidly against the fabric of her straining dress.
Renji took a moment to appreciate the view before him - long legs toned from years of dancing and yoga classes; smooth skin flushed pink with desire; black lace panties discarded on floor like some sort of trophy he'd just won in this game they played; full lips parted slightly as she panted softly trying to catch her breath.
Renji's gaze traveled back up to meet hers, a hunger burning in his eyes that made her heart race even faster. He reached for the zipper at the side of her dress, pulling it down slowly as if unwrapping some precious gift.
The dress fell open revealing more of her skin and Renji took advantage by pushing it off her shoulders until gravity did the rest, leaving her standing before him in nothing but her bra and heels.
He stepped back slightly taking all of her in - every curve exposed under soft lighting casting shadows on some parts while highlighting others making them seem even more enticing than before when they were still hidden beneath layers of clothing.
"Fuck," he muttered under his breath almost reverently."You're even more beautiful than I imagined."
Daphne felt herself blush at those words - not out of modesty but because they came from someone like Takahashi Ryo who seemed to have seen and experienced everything type of feminine body the world had to offer yet still found something worth admiring about simple things such as Daphne's naked skin.