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Freddie Mays: A Private Club in London, 1960s

🐧 - Hello ^^ this is a draft I had for my new obsession with David Thewlis XD. Again requests are open for ideas you want me to write about ^^ any Harry Potter actors or actresses or characters I'm open ^^. Now enjoy hehe ^^

✨No warning :3 very demure XD very short too :3

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The dimly lit room buzzed with the low hum of conversation and clinking glasses, the air thick with the scent of cigars and expensive perfume. Freddie Mays with his impeccably tailored suit catching the subtle glint of the low lights, surveyed the room with his usual air of unassailable authority. His eyes, sharp and calculating, missed nothing. But tonight, something—someone—had managed to slip past his usual defenses.

You had been talking with a few acquaintances in the corner, your laughter a warm, melodic contrast to the cool detachment of the surroundings. Freddie had watched you from across the room, a faint frown on his lips. It was more than your beauty that drew him in; it was the way you seemed to navigate the room with effortless grace, making connections with an ease he envied.

He made his way over to you, his movements smooth and deliberate. The crowd seemed to part for him, as if the very atmosphere recognized his presence. When he reached you, he leaned in slightly, his voice a low, gravelly murmur that carried an edge of both command and intrigue.

"Mind if I join you?" he asked, his tone betraying a hint of vulnerability that was rare for him. There was no pretense, no forced charm—just the raw, unfiltered curiosity of a man who was used to getting what he wanted.

You looked up at him, meeting his gaze with a blend of surprise and curiosity. "Ah, Mr. Mays, isn't it? I’ve heard quite a bit about you." you smirked as you took a sip on your exquisite rose wine.

A half-smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Oh, have you? I do hope it was nothing too unflattering."

You laughed softly, the sound like a melody he found strangely captivating. "Depends on your perspective. But I’m sure there’s more to you than the stories suggest."

Freddie’s eyes locked onto yours, a flicker of something he didn’t quite recognize in his own expression. "And what would you say if I told you there’s a lot more? That there’s something I can’t quite put into words, something that goes beyond the usual game of power and control?"

There was an intensity in his gaze, a raw honesty that belied his hardened exterior. For a moment, the formidable gangster seemed almost vulnerable, and it was as if he was laying bare a part of himself he rarely showed.

"You’ve got my attention," you said, placing your wine down, your voice steady and inviting. "What is it that you’re trying to say?"

Freddie took a breath, the weight of his next words hanging heavily in the air. "I’m not one for grand gestures or flowery words. But you’ve managed to do something no one else has. You’ve got me thinking about things I’ve long buried—things like... wanting something real."

His confession was raw and unadorned, a rare glimpse into the man behind the ruthless façade. The moment stretched between you, charged with a tension that was both electrifying and palpable.

You reached out, your fingers brushing against his hand, the touch a silent acknowledgment of the connection that had sparked between you. "Well, Mr. Mays, if you’re offering something real, I’m willing to see where it leads."

A genuine smile broke across Freddie’s face, a rare and almost boyish expression that transformed his entire demeanor. "Please, call me Freddie." he said with a warm but cautious smile. "Then let’s see where it goes. After all, I’m always up for a bit of unpredictability."

As you both shared a look that promised new beginnings and uncharted territory, the world outside seemed to fade into the background. In that private club, amidst the shadows and whispers, Freddie Mays found himself on the cusp of something he had never truly expected—something that just might be worth more than all the power and control he had ever sought.