"We should find a place to sit," Ron said to Eva.
"Alright," Eva nodded, following him inside.
After a couple of drinks, Ron wasn't in any rush. He was sticking to his personal three-no policy — don't initiate, don't refuse, don't take responsibility — the philosophy of a seasoned flirt.
"Ron, let's go dance," Eva said suddenly, pulling him up by the hand.
"Sure, but if I dance terribly, you can't make fun of me," he replied, standing with a teasing grin.
Eva laughed and led him into the dance floor, her body moving with hot, rhythmic energy. Ron, not much of a dancer, could only move stiffly along at first.
Noticing his awkwardness, Eva smiled, grabbed both his hands, and placed them around her waist before looping her arms over his shoulders. Their bodies began to move closer, their rhythm syncing as the space between them vanished.
Ron's hands grew bolder — tracing the curve of her waist, gliding up her back, one hand slipping lower with deliberate intent.
"Ron…" Eva's voice came out in a breathy whisper, her gaze hazy and warm.
"What is it?" Ron asked, lips curling into a sly smile.
Eva felt her strength melt away; her body softened against his, no longer moving to the music.
Without hesitation, Ron half-carried, half-held her all the way back to his hotel room.
The moment the door closed, their lips collided. Clothing fell away between hungry kisses until reason vanished entirely.
By the time Ron woke the next morning, Eva was gone — along with the cash he'd purposely left by the bedside. He chuckled to himself. "Worth it."
That evening, a knock sounded on the door. When Ron opened it, Eva stood there — with another beautiful woman beside her.
"Hey, Eva," he greeted, stepping aside to let them in.
"Hey, Ron. My friend didn't believe one man could wear me out like you did. So I brought her to find out for herself," Eva said boldly, pushing her friend toward him.
The new girl, shy but curious, followed Eva into the room. Ron shut the door behind them with a smirk.
This woman was different — softer, dressed in a JK-style outfit with white stockings, a stark contrast to Eva's mature allure.
"What's this about?" Ron asked, tilting Eva's chin.
"I brought my bestie here to handle you," Eva said playfully, feigning fierceness.
"You're so considerate — enjoying something good and bringing your friend to share?" Ron teased.
"Of course. That's what sisterhood's for," Eva said with a mischievous grin. "Anyway, I'll leave her in your care. I need to rest after last night."
"So soon?" Ron raised an eyebrow. "Not staying to watch?"
"I can barely move after yesterday," Eva shot him a mock glare.
Ron laughed. "Alright then. I'll make sure she's… well taken care of."
Eva rolled her eyes and left, and the moment the door closed, her friend — emboldened by her absence — crooked a finger at Ron.
Naturally, Ron didn't need a second invitation.
By morning, the girl in white stockings limped out, legs trembling.
From then on, Eva became a regular visitor. When she didn't stay over, she'd bring another friend along — and Ron had to admit, she had an impressive range of acquaintances.
Days passed like that until one call from Anna changed everything. Damon had been released by Stefan — something about Elena's birth mother. Anna also confessed she missed Ron terribly, especially now that Pearl was adjusting well to modern life. She wanted to come see him.
Ron thought for a moment and sent her his location.
He also realized that with Damon out, the Salvatore brothers were bound to stir trouble again. It was time to handle business and return.
After one final wild night with Eva, he told her he'd be away for a while.
The next day, he went straight to Heaven's Palace — the chaotic night hub Eva had mentioned. The moment he entered, he could sense it — the place swarmed with vampires.
Ron was just about to grab one who looked like a leader when a stunning female vampire approached him and used compulsion.
Pretending to be under her control, Ron allowed her to lead him into an alley. After kissing him briefly, she bared her fangs and bit into his neck.
Ron didn't resist. He focused instead — letting his blood flow, holding back his sigil's healing magic. He waited, ready to strike the moment his blood loss hit the limit.
But to his surprise, the vampire suddenly stopped. Her eyes flickered as she compelled him again, ordering him to leave Heaven's Palace — and the city. Then she turned to go.
Ron wasn't about to let her walk away.
"Bite me and run off? Not happening," he said, pulling her back into his arms.
"Who… who are you?" the vampire asked, startled, stepping away.
"Shouldn't you introduce yourself before asking someone's name?" Ron whispered from behind her ear — having appeared there in an instant.
"My name's Jane," she said cautiously, realizing escape would be difficult. "Who exactly are you?"
"Ron Mills," he replied. "I came to this city to clean it up."
"Clean it up?" Jane frowned, confused.
"Yeah. I've had enough of vampires who think hunting humans is a game," Ron said calmly.
He extended his hand to her. "You didn't drain me — and even warned me to leave. That's enough to take you off my target list. Now, if you cooperate and gather the other vampires, we can talk. Any who keep killing humans are mine to deal with."
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