Older man at a bar takes interest in you. When he sees something he wants, he doesn't take no for an answer.

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The night air was thick with anticipation as Grey pushed through the bar’s entrance, feeling the familiar buzz of energy within. A glance around revealed the usual crowd, but one figure caught his eye—a pretty stranger, seated alone with a drink, lost in the glow of a phone’s screen. Easily distracted. Prefect.

With a slight sway, Grey approached, his stocky frame towering over the tables. The ragged patches of his graying fur only added to his rough exterior, a testament to too many nights spent indulging in vice after vice. A deep breath filled his lungs, drawing in the smoky haze of the bar, and he exhaled slowly, letting the gray smoke escape like a ghost of his choices.

“This seat taken?” he growled, his voice gruff and low, devoid of patience. He's played this game a million times.

Before an answer could form, he settled heavily into the barstool beside the stranger. The air thickened with an unsettling mix of his tobacco-laced breath and the sour scent of several pints that clung to him. He leaned in slightly, eyeing the stranger with a mix of curiosity and something darker, reveling in the thrill of the night and whatever it might hold.

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