That gaze was filled with burning emotions—both affectionate and sorrowful.

Asher looked at the man in front of him, his gaze blurring, before sharpening again.

"Are you new here? How much for a night?" Lost in a drunken daze, Arnold smirked like a cunning fox. His slender fingers traced the sharp contours of Asher's face, stroking gently.

"Handsome, I will give you that... but " Arnold's gaze darkened. "Why do you look so much like someone I hate to death?"

A sharp pang seized Asher's chest, but he seized the moment, wrapping an arm around Arnold's waist. His fingers trembled as he pulled him close.

"I'm a newcomer here. Mr. Larson, would you be kind enough to help me hit my performance target?"

Arnold's fox-like eyes shimmered, unfocused, as he stared up at him.

Asher's eyes reddened, his scorching palm pressed firmly against Arnold's waist. His voice, deep and low, carried a promise.

"I swear, I will not disappoint you."

Down below, Yuri clung to the edge of the stage, eavesdropping on the shameless words spilling from Asher's mouth. A shiver ran down his spine.

Yuri thought, 'Is this still The Matrix that I knew? How unbelievably shameless!'

Asher's intoxicating voice and warm breath cascaded down Arnold's neck, causing a tingling sensation that made the latter tremble.

Arnold's vision wavered. Slowly, he recognized the heartbreakingly familiar face before him.

and agony exploded in

had turned soft, refusing to

Asher would not give Arnold another chance

Arnold into his arms, leaping off the stage in one fluid movement. Gasps of shock rippled through the room as he strode out

effortlessly carried as though he were light as a feather, as if he had always been a

a dog. 'For Arnold, The Matrix has truly transformed, giving his all without

reached the door, he paused suddenly, then spun

could have sworn someone had been watching

...

do not want to see

in the back

thrashed, kicking and flailing. Though intoxicated, Arnold

landed with enough force

careful, as if terrified of hurting Arnold

"Urgh-!"

was the intense dancing, or maybe the sudden stillness, Arnold's stomach churned

forward, clutching Asher, then doubled over, vomiting all over his

the disaster unfold live, Yuri felt

a serious cleanliness obsession. If it were him, he would have

into his jacket, pulled out a handkerchief, and patiently

considerate! It

Arnold, despite such a filthy, messy

what must I do for you to forgive me?"

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