| 1 | Meeting him
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Izaya’s P.O.V
Walking into the club, I find myself get lost in the large crowd that filled the place. taking a seat at the bar, I just sit there taking it all in.
The bartender appears and I ordered a shot vodka and downing it without thinking twice before ordering another one. A couple of rounds later. I find myself regretting drinking so much. I don’t drink well. I’m too tired to have a hangover.
The waiter moves away and I have no idea why, but my eyes lift across the bar, where a man is sitting in a booth. Another man walks up to him and starts talking to him. The man whose face I can’t see rises to his feet.
I tear my gaze away, attending to the bartender, before taking my drink. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the bartender’s charming personality that did the trick but I suddenly felt a lightness. One that I hadn’t felt in a long time. And for the first time in forever, I was felt normal, even though my world was just turned upside down.
Feeling like I’m being watched I look back up my eyes meeting with his. We sit there, staring across the room at each other for what could be seconds or perhaps minutes. Before he stands up making his way to towards me. I finally got a good look at him.
Tall, dark, and lethal good looking with a hint of power. As he got closer I noticed he gave off a very strong alpha scent. He smelled like authority and aggressiveness. A normal wolf would tuck his tail tight between his legs. But not me. For some reason, this made me more intrigued.
I watched him close the space between us, His stride long and calculated. He’s a wolf on a hunt and I think I might be his next pray.
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