𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐡𝐞:
the thrill of dance; he rather enjoyed the dancers though not as much as he was enjoying the major attraction, andrea rhodea, the leading dancer and owner of the honeybee inn — the most cherished in all of wall market. he was a subject of true elegance, the way he seduced the crowd with his intoxicating dancing and the lucky ones who captured his eye. little by little andrea was drawing them in — most of them knowing they’d never get more than his glance, pitiable things… they were content with something so minor, roche wouldn’t be so easily satiated — he demanded more !! yet when their eyes met he looked fiercely, almost sensually, letting the man on stage know he sought more than just his offered glances, he wanted his audience, he smirked as he watched the other grace the shouting crowd with his skills, a performance that sends roche into overload, his heart-racing, pounding excessively — were he to cause a scene, it may lead to another type of dancing he did so enjoy, but his intentions here were to capture the attention of wall markets beauty.
arms crossed over his chest as his eyes studied the gleaming people making their way out — with the dazzling performance at an end he pursued andrea, he examined the crowd looking for a staff member, one whom he would force to escort him to andrea — he would get audience even if it meant forcing his way in to see the “outstanding” andrea rhodea, what a thing of beauty. he sauntered up to the front desk, as he opened his mouth to speak the man at the counter spoke: mr. rhodea has taken an interest in him and he is to see him immediately. ❛ as he should! ❜ he replies.
heavy footsteps approach the room, he enters without so much of a warning or care — ❛ andrea rhodea, today is your lucky day — you’ve caught my eye. ❜ he smirks at the other, his confidence beams.
the abrupt entry to his dressing room caused him to stir, nevertheless 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐦 on his features. his mouth forms a smile as he comes to realize just who this unannounced visitor is—the man called roche who was in the crowd earlier, those mako eyes could draw anyone in—the fire behind them screams nothing but passion. ❝ i take it that you received my invitation ❞ he stands from his seat and adjusts himself accordingly,
❝ or had you intended on coming to my chamber uninvited after all? ❞ 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 as he gestures for roche to come in and shut the door before returning to his seat. his legs shift as he places one over the other to draw attention to their length. when roche spoke, his voice filled the room, andrea felt a laugh from the pit of his stomach, it resounded bouncing off walls. roche was proving to be far more 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭. ❝ do make yourself comfortable. ❞ he leans forward onto his own lap, ❝ so, i’ve got your attention, have i? ❞ his head cants with pursed lips, ❝ and what about that fact makes me so lucky, pray tell? ❞ / @highgear
