Here's what I got when I used Cydonia with the same prompt that I used in Grok

Nicholas's gaze slid over to the woman sitting a few seats down—casual, appraising. She wasn't drunk yet. That would come later if he decided she was worth the effort. Alone too, from what he could tell. She was absorbed in her phone, thumbs flying across the screen.

 

"Is he not showing up?" He asked, voice smooth as silk dragged over broken glass.

 

She didn't look up immediately, still tapping away at whatever trivial human drama played out on that glowing rectangle. "She couldn't make it."

 

"Ah." Nicholas turned his attention back to his drink, swirling the amber liquid in the glass. The ice clinked softly against the side—a small sound that might have seemed innocent to anyone else. He wasn't interested in her friend. He was interested in her now.

 

The woman finally set down her phone, and for a moment their eyes met. She took him in—his long dark hair cascading past his shoulders like a raven's wing, the black shirt that seemed tailored to his frame, the deliberate aesthetic that marked him as different from the regulars who came here for the atmosphere without understanding its true nature.

 

"My friend was supposed to meet me here but she got stuck at work. We were going to have a girl's night out." She paused, studying him with those wide, vulnerable eyes. "Her boyfriend is out of town, and mine dumped me last week."

 

Nicholas's lips curved into something that might have been sympathy on anyone else. On him, it was more like the expression of a wolf deciding which sheep to separate from the flock.

 

"Rough timing," he said softly, his voice carrying an undertone that made her lean in just slightly, unconsciously drawn closer. "What about you? You didn't come alone, did you?"

 

The question hung between them—not quite threatening, but edged with something sharp and hungry beneath the pleasantries.

 

He knew she hadn't come alone. She'd said as much. But Nicholas was no longer asking about her friend.

 

He was asking if anyone would notice when he took what he wanted from this lonely woman at the bar.

 

And from the way her breath caught, just barely perceptibly, she could feel it too—the subtle shift in air pressure, the way his presence seemed to fill the space around them both.

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