TITUS DANFORTH PEACOCKING FOR READER PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I LOVE UR WORK PLEASE I LOVE U
im so obsessed with this asshole
the moment titus laid his eyes on you, he knew he had to have you. you dressed to the nines, hair and nails were always done, and you always carried a room whenever you entered. your family was new to the organization, and from the first meeting he knew you were going to be his. except you weren't easily impressed. you were used to getting whatever you wanted, whenever you wanted. he had never even spoke to you, never got the chance. at any party you were always surrounded by men, throwing compliments and praises at you constantly. he could tell the smile you were putting on was fake, that you weren't impressed. he would catch your eye too every now and then, the both of you just staring across the room before either one of you would be dragged into conversation.
the evening was in full swing at the danforth estate, the richest of families and people gathered in the building. he knew you and your family would be there, your father was never one to turn down an invitation. he was stood in the corner, a perfect view of the door. this was his night to strike. and just like clock work, your family came waltzing in, your mother and father being swept quickly into conversation. you spotted titus immediately, your eyes looking him up and down slowly as he did the same to you. you shot him a smile, his stone cold look not changing as he immediately saw men making their way up to you. an hour had passed of that, titus watching as men continued to throw themselves at you in an attempt to court you. he couldn't take it any longer.
he slowly began to creep over, a drink in both hands as he stood behind one of the men who was gloating to you about some business deal his family was looking to get in on. all the men went silent at titus' snickering from behind, all turning to look at him. "something funny, danforth?" the man hissed, titus passing one of the drinks to you. you couldn't help the smirk that tugged at the corner of your lips, taking a small sip as you looked between the men. "i find it funny that you think she gives a single shit about what you're saying," titus shrugged, taking a drink as he stared at you from over his glass, eyes never leaving you. the giggle that left your lips had the other man's cheeks burning, eyebrows furrowing together. "you think your family is better than mine?" the guy spat, titus' eyebrow raising as he turned to look at him.
"i don't think that. i know that my family is better than yours and i know she doesn't want you," titus spat right back, nodding his head towards you, his chest poking out a little bit with pride. the man let out a scoff, looking between the two of you as titus stood to stand beside you. "you think she wants you? you're almost two decades older than her," the man laughed, titus' face turning stern before he was looking over at you. he could see the way you were staring at him, a hint of lust that he could practically smell as you eyed him up. "i know she does. besides, you wouldn't know what to do with all this," titus smirked, his finger reaching to rub gently across the diamond strap of your dress that laid over your shoulder. the men all stared at you in disbelief, waiting for you to shoo titus away but it never came. "you can all go," you spoke finally, your eyes never leaving titus as you fully turned to face him now.
the murmurs between all of them fell on deaf ears as they scurried away, you and titus just stood staring at each other. "what makes you think i want you?" you hummed, manicured fingernail tapping against the glass you held as you cocked an eyebrow at him. he couldn't help but chuckle, pushing a piece of your hair back that had fallen. "because you avoid me. i could give you the world," he spoke lowly, his finger dragging against your dress strap again. his words caused goosebumps to spread all over your skin, a dark smirk on his face at the sight of your skin. your hand immediately wrapped around his wrist, holding it tightly in his hand before you were yanking him forward, leaning up a little so your lips were brushing against his earlobe. "give me the world and i'll think about giving you a chance," you mumbled, his hand moving to grab your waist but you quickly shoved your empty glass into it. "and another drink," you smirked, batting your eyelashes up at him.
he was cocky, but you could be cockier.
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