The glamorous bar was bustling with noise. The deafening music, the haze of cigarette smoke, and the stench of alcohol flooded one's senses.

The place seemed to be steeped in indulgence and depravity.

"Where's Arnold?"

The moment Asher stepped through the door, every ravenous gaze was on him, seemingly bewitched by the sight of him.

"Handsome, are you here alone? Need some company?" A sultry man slid up to Asher, resting a hand lightly on his shoulder, daring to give it a squeeze. "If you're bored, I can keep you entertained!"

Asher's striking features remained cold and forbidding. The bulging veins twisted beneath the skin of his hand.

Yuri pushed through the crowd and spotted Asher, who stood tall and imposing, surrounded by thirsty, promiscuous men.

Terrified, he shouted, "Don't touch him!"

The next second, a loud thud rang through the air.

Like a gunshot fired, the entire crowd recoiled, shrieking as they scrambled to the edges of the room.

Yuri focused his gaze.

immovable as a mountain. Meanwhile, that flirtatious man lay sprawled at his feet, clutching his backside, writhing

The Matrix never cared about being gentlemanly to

the fallen man, heading straight for Yuri. "At the bar. I'll

need," Asher said hoarsely. His gaze swept past Yuri, then he strode into

He let

right. Arnold was nothing

Aside from work, he never set foot in places

said that being with Kairos made him feel at peace, at ease. Yuri always assumed that meant Asher preferred someone like that—a tender, understanding partner, the kind

it seemed that

stubborn to the bone. He was the complete opposite

only because of that face. Now he knew

hopelessly in love with Arnold, not just the exterior. He loved Arnold- flaws and all. He especially loved Arnold's

had already surpassed what he once felt for

bar, dressed in a lavender silk shirt, the buttons undone to reveal his sharp collarbones and smooth,

eyes burned with greed. "I spotted you the moment I walked in.

into peals of laughter. He turned his face slightly, revealing the scar on his

now? Am

locked on the cross-shaped scar. Then, unable to resist, he reached

are

never got the chance. In a flash, Arnold sprang onto a stool, then leaped onto

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