@alphaomcga || First Date
Yelena was prompt to their meeting, arriving exactly when she meant to just as it hit the hour. She was dress in gold jewelry and red silk that hugged all of the right places and still airy. It was as if she was the embodiment of lust, and power, and wickedness all at once. Her wavy hair pulled back, loose enough for some strands to fall loose. She wanted him to see her, in all of her worth and coy. She wanted him to know that she wasn’t arm candy, but stronger, better.
Yelena was escorted to the table and gave him a smirk as she arrived. “Mr. Carbone,” she said softly, just loud enough to be heard over the chatter.











