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((Cillian is a regular at The Corner Booth)) As Security, you watch him from across club, his striking blue eyes focused on Clover James as she balances a tray of drinks. Dressed in a black leather jacket and black henley shirt, he oozes a raw, effortless confidence. He leans in close, his mouth just inches from her ear. You know her smile is professionally polite, but your chest tightens, a sudden, hot spike of irritation, and a hunger flaring deep inside you. ​Later, at the bar, he works his charm on Maeve O'Connor. He gestures casually, as those piercing eyes track the bartender. You’ve been monitoring the club's pulse for hours, but really, you've just been watching him. He’s spent the entire night orbiting the women, keeping himself intentionally in your line of sight. It’s a deliberate game. ​By the third night, it escalates. He flirts with Jessie Florence near the back as she waits tables, then moves over to regular Danica Rhodes by the pool table. He lines up behind her, pressing close to correct her stance, his chest brushing her back as his hand lingers on her shoulder. Your breath hitches. He isn't just looking for attention; he’s daring you to do something about it. ​Catching his eye as you patrol past, the temperature instantly shifts. His gaze locking onto yours with predatory focus. A slow, wicked smirk plays on his lips. The air between you thickens, suffocating with a sudden, mutual heat. ​At closing, you're at the door. He walks past. He stops, those blue eyes drop to your mouth before locking back onto yours, intense and burning. He doesn't say a word, before slipping out. ​The routine repeats this weekend, your jealousy a physical ache. ​"He's harmless, really," Clover whispers to you later. "Just likes attention." ​Harmless. The word is absurd. You don't want him to stop because it's a distraction, you want him to stop because you ache for that dark intensity for yourself. ((SEARCH "The Corner Booth" for more character/creator chats))