Sasuke leaned back and watched through the alcoholic fog in his mind the way the exotic dancer twisted her flexible body around the pole. Her tan skin shimmered when the lights hit her and her full breasts bounced when she dropped down into a split. She gave him a sultry smirk and crawled forward, making sure her ass bounced with every move. It was a high-end club, and technically she wasn't supposed to sleep with patrons, but she would gladly make an exception for this handsome alpha. She slowly discarded the rest of her skimpy outfit, leaving her completely bare. She spread her legs and showed the alpha exactly how turned on she was.

He wasn't particularly interested. He was in some nameless country and a random strip club. She was pretty but he'd seen many pretty people in his life. The dancer blended into the same mundane pretty people in his brain. Models, celebrities, dancers, socialites. He'd fucked a lot of them. All attractive and sought after but mundane in his eyes. He didn't really remember her name and he didn't feel the need to. Her hazel eyes devoured him, and he figured he would indulge her. At least he'd get an orgasm out of it.

He smirked and let her climb onto his lap. The smirk worked every single time. He remained unfazed, implying that she'd have to work for it. If she wanted his dick, she'd need to get him hard first. The numerous glasses of whiskey would help her.

It took her a while to get him worked up, but she reveled in the brutal thrusts and the way he cupped her breasts. A part of her wished it wasn't so unemotional. She longed for his undivided attention and wondered what it would be like to be married to him. He smelled absolutely divine and she wanted him so bad. She wanted him to knot her so bad.

She mumbled it out loud and Sasuke scoffed. She wasn't the first and wouldn't be the last to ask for his knot. He wasn't fucking stupid. She came three times before he eventually came. It was a good orgasm. Not groundbreaking but good enough.

The dancer went to tuck her head on his shoulder, absolutely spent, but a firm, get off, startled her. She stood on wobbly legs, watching the way Sasuke cleaned up, stretched and his face remained blank. He didn't even look like he'd came a minute ago.

He handed her a chunk of bills and walked out, leaving the girl behind in his room and his mind.

The December night was still young as he mindlessly strolled back to his hotel. The holidays were almost there, and he could see couples gathered on the streets, all unaware of him. They held hands and shared intimate moments, he felt like an intruder in their perfect world of love.

He felt that same hollowness in his chest, that never particularly went away. He'd learned how to cover it up. How to forget about it.

His life was simple. He did his job, ate delicious meals, and only came alive with his family.

There were certain nights that he wondered what it would be like to be in love with someone. To have a mate. To cook and take care of someone. To share his life and heart with.

Then he reminded himself that he wasn't built for love.

He didn't know the first thing about romance, and he doubted he ever would.

Maybe in another lifetime.

The alpha stopped in front of a coffee shop, paying attention to a laughing couple. They were softly bickering with giant smiles on their faces. He felt a pang of something in his chest, but he couldn't look away. There was something so…

They were completely enthralled by each other. The taller of the two men was poking the other's cheek, as the shorter man pouted. Whatever argument they were having wasn't serious. It looked like they were bickering just for fun.

The taller held the other's hand, kissing it and earning a blush. Then they started slow dancing in an empty corner of the coffee shop. They twirled and held each other snugly.

He peeled his eyes away, not being able to handle the sight anymore.

Sasuke would be heading back home soon, to his family and to Tomato. He reminded himself that they were enough. He didn't need anyone else. They were enough to soothe the gaping hollowness. He was alone and it was okay.

The trek to his hotel room continued as flurries fell from the sky, gently coating the area around him. It was another empty night, in his empty life and empty heart.