"Fuck, I know that… but I'm too damn hot," Noah muttered, flashing a cocky smile at his own reflection.
He was carefully fixing his hair in front of the mirror, admiring his own image. He wore an elegant black suit with a perfect cut, a white shirt underneath, and a flawlessly aligned collar. In the breast pocket, a small red flower stood out, adding a touch of charm and boldness to his look.
After a while, his aunt woke up and said she needed to take care of some guild-related matters. Yes, his aunt was the leader of a guild — and not just any guild. She commanded Celestial Lotus, the second most powerful guild in the world, second only to GNU.
GNU wasn't just an ordinary guild. It was an international organization created to maintain global peace and security, promote cooperation between nations, and handle issues that, years ago, would've been considered pure fantasy: dungeon breaks, otherworldly invasions, and any threat that crossed the boundaries of reality...
After admiring himself a bit longer in the mirror — because, let's face it, Noah was a fucking narcissist — he left the room, grabbed his phone, and saw he still had a few minutes before the scheduled time. Unhurried, he decided to head to the garage… or rather, the mansion's garage.
That place was far from being just a regular house. The mansion was massive, with a classic façade of white columns, huge tinted glass windows, and a perfectly manicured garden that looked more like a movie set than a backyard. Outside, decorative fountains and marble statues completed the scene of shameless luxury.
Noah walked to the garage, and as the automatic doors opened, what he saw was nothing short of magnificent. The space looked like a luxury showroom: rows of sports cars, each more insane than the last. Models from legendary brands, from Ferraris to Lamborghinis, Porsches, Aston Martins, and even a Bugatti Chiron in the corner.
But it was one car in particular that caught his attention — a blood-red Ferrari 488 Pista, with black carbon details and a black leather interior stitched in red. The roar of that engine could make any speed lover cry with joy.Noah smiled.
"You're the one, my friend," he said, walking up to the car.
A few minutes later
Amid what looked like a restaurant setting, the scene unfolded. But this wasn't just any restaurant — it was one of the city's finest. The walls were lined with fine wood and black marble, reflecting the soft glow of massive crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, casting a golden, elegant light over the tables.
The sound of ambient music, played by a pianist in the background, filled the air, while impeccably dressed waiters glided through the room, serving dishes worthy of starred chefs.In the corner of one of the tables, away from the main movement, sat her.
A woman of almost unreal beauty. Her skin was porcelain white, contrasting hypnotically with her long pink hair that cascaded in soft waves down to her waist, shimmering under the chandelier light.
She wore a stunning black satin dress, tight enough to accentuate her curves, with an elegant neckline and a side slit that revealed part of her leg whenever she shifted. Her lips, painted a deep red, were the final touch to her striking presence — a perfect balance of sensuality and authority.
Her eyes, a rare shade of blue, calmly scanned the room as if nothing there could truly surprise her. She didn't need to do anything to draw attention. Her very presence did that.
The entrance of a young man who looked about her age caught her interest. Her eyes followed him, and a small smile discreetly formed on her red lips. He noticed the gaze and smiled back before walking toward her with steady, confident steps, as if the world around him simply didn't matter.
As he got close enough, he leaned slightly, just enough for his lips to nearly touch her ear. The warmth of his breath made her sensitive skin shiver. His scent — a woody fragrance with faint sweet notes — mingled with the air.
"You look stunning, Ana~" Noah whispered.
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Her smile widened, and the sparkle in her eyes grew even more intense. A soft blush colored her pale cheeks.
"You too, Noah~~" she replied, her voice sweet and mischievous.
Then, with a teasing tone and the same smile on her lips, she added:
"Late again, Noah. I think I'm gonna have to rip off one of your balls~~."
Noah laughed as he sat beside her. Ana's eyes were like two deep abysses, reflecting a strange mix of amusement and desire. Her fingers slid discreetly over his, feeling the warmth of his skin.She leaned in a bit closer — not enough to draw attention, but just enough to feel his scent intimately. She closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath.
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"Ah, Noah~~… you smell so good," she said with a soft sigh and a sparkle in her eyes.
'Ah, how I love you, Ana…' Noah thought, unable to look away from her.
"Ana, I don't have a teleportation skill to be on time every single time," Noah said, gently squeezing her hand, his eyes shining like hers.
"Besides, traffic was a mess with that dungeon break… that's why I was late."Ana let out a crooked smile."Okay… but I'll want a reward later."
Noah smiled back, intertwining his fingers with hers.
"I'll reward you… for today and for yesterday~~," he said in a voice thick with promise, leaning a bit closer so only she could hear.
Ana raised an eyebrow, the smile on her lips growing more wicked.
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"Hm… I'll hold you to that~~," she whispered, brushing her thumb softly over the back of his hand, as if sealing a silent deal.
Noah chuckled low, his gaze locked on hers.
"You can hold me to it. I'll pay with interest."
For a moment, they just stared at each other, as if the world around them didn't exist. The sound of the piano, the clinking of silverware, and the quiet conversations in the restaurant all faded into the background.
They kept talking, their words blending with soft laughter and intense gazes. Each phrase carried a hidden flirtation, a touch of provocation — as if the two of them danced a silent choreography of desire. Noah dropped comments laced with double meanings, and Ana, with her sharp smiles and clever comebacks, countered like someone playing a game she'd mastered.
At times, she tilted her head slightly just to whisper something in his ear, making Noah stifle a laugh and look at her with a conspiratorial gleam.
In the midst of that intimate and elegant atmosphere, a waiter discreetly approached, holding a tablet. With a slight nod, he waited until both of them turned to him.
"Would you like to order, sir, madam?" he asked with a professional smile.
Ana glanced at the digital menu in front of her but didn't take long to decide.
"I'll have the herb-crusted grilled salmon with truffled mashed potatoes… and a glass of white wine, please."
Noah skimmed through the options, but his attention seemed more focused on the sparkle in her eyes than the food.
"And I'll go with the filet mignon in port wine sauce, with parmesan risotto… and a bold red to go with it."
The waiter nodded with a discreet, "Perfectly," and left with the same elegance with which he'd arrived.
Minutes later, the dishes arrived, carefully plated like culinary works of art. The aroma filled the table, an enticing blend of delicate spices, perfectly cooked meat, and notes of wine and butter.
As they took the first bites, both closed their eyes briefly, savoring every detail.
"Hm… this is criminally good," Noah murmured, taking another bite.
Ana laughed, sipping her wine.
"Your being late was worth it after all."
Dinner went on with elegant bites, exchanged smiles, and commentary on the flavors, as if every bite was another excuse to keep the chemistry alive.
After a few more moments savoring the last sips of wine, they finished the meal calmly. The conversation flowed, now lighter, filled with funny memories and little secrets whispered amid shared laughter. The atmosphere between them was intimate, as if time had slowed down just to let that moment last a little longer.
When they finally asked for the check, the waiter brought it with the same discretion as always, and Noah paid without hesitation, leaving a generous tip. They stood up together, still exchanging smiles. And then, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, Noah's fingers intertwined with
Ana's, and the two walked side by side toward the exit.
The scene that followed looked like something out of a movie: him, tall, confident, his flawless suit enhancing his magnetic presence; her, elegant, mysterious, and stunning in that black dress that seemed tailored to draw every eye.
As they walked through the hall, hushed whispers began.
Men couldn't stop staring at Ana — some in awe, others in pure envy of Noah. At the same time, women followed Noah's every step with hungry eyes — some biting their lower lips, others casting barely hidden glances of desire.
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'I wish I could kill those fuckers' – Noah
'I wish I could kill those bitches' – Ana
Both thought at the same time...
As they stepped out of the restaurant entrance, the night breeze caressed their faces, carrying the faint scent of flowers and the soft city lights. Outside, parked right at the base of the main staircase, Noah's Ferrari was already waiting for them. The engine's low growl still purred softly, as if the machine were impatient to speed off again.
One of the valets, dressed in the traditional dark uniform and white gloves, stood beside the driver's door with perfect posture, holding it open with a respectful nod as he saw Noah and Ana approaching.
"Here you are, sir," the young man said respectfully, then withdrew.
"Do you want your reward now~~?" Noah whispered in a low, loaded voice, his lips brushing gently against Ana's ear.
As he spoke, he intertwined his fingers with hers and pulled her gently — but firmly — toward the car. The touch of his warm hand, the closeness of their bodies, the tone of his voice… it all made her react instantly.
A light shiver ran down her spine, and her breathing grew shallow, uneven — as if the simple gesture had momentarily knocked her off balance.
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Ana bit her lower lip, trying to hold back the growing blush in her cheeks — and failed. Her eyes gleamed with a mix of excitement and anticipation.
Noah smiled as he noticed the reaction and, without another word, settled into the driver's seat. With the deep, powerful growl of the Ferrari's engine filling the night, he pulled away smoothly from the front of the restaurant, leaving behind the muffled sounds of conversation and the glow of the crystal chandeliers.