Can’t Win Me Back

The bar was alive with striking lights and thundering music, and the air was thick with the scent of tobacco and alcohol. The atmosphere was one of moral decay-corrupt, degrading, and vile.

"Where's Julien?" Jonah's voice cut through the noise, his tone icy and sharp.

When Jonah stepped inside, the eyes of several men turned toward him, their gazes filled with illicit intent.

"Why, hello there. Are you here alone? Are you feeling lonely?"

A sexy man sauntered over, draping himself over Jonah's shoulders. He let his hands linger with a playful squeeze. "If you're bored, I'd be happy to keep you company."

Jonah's expression darkened. His hands trembled, veins bulging with barely contained rage.

Suddenly, Evan burst through the crowd, his face twisting in alarm at the sight of Jonah surrounded by a swarm of predatory men.

Evan yelled, "Don't touch him!"

A heavy thump reverberated through the room. Gasps erupted as people scrambled back.

had draped himself over Jonah now lay crumpled on the floor, groaning in pain. Jonah hadn't

Jonah repeated, stepping over the man without a second

eyes already scanning the

the chaos, Jonah's commanding presence drew every gaze in the

watched him go, his mind whirring. Jonah was right-Julien and Blake

quiet, with a demeanor so unassuming that it bordered on demure. He wouldn't be caught dead in a place like this, let alone interacting with

that being with Blake made him feel safe and content, leading Evan to believe he sought a loving

bearing a resemblance to Blake, Julien was volatile and unyielding the polar opposite of everything

his attractive face, but now he wasn't so sure. Jonah was undeniably in love with Julien, and it wasn't just about his looks anymore. He loved the whole

a light purple shirt, Julien's drunken gaze was unfocused. With a few buttons undone, his sculpted collarbone and a hint of pale skin were visible as a man refilled his

in his eyes. "I noticed you the moment I

a wide, sarcastic smile. Turning his cheek to the man, he deliberately displayed his scar. "And now?" he asked, his voice dripping with irony.

in surprise. But the shock quickly gave way to something else, something akin to awe. He reached out, his touch gentle, and whispered, " You're mesmerizing...

stood abruptly, hopped onto a bench, and leaped onto the stage, where a half-naked

joined in, grinding to the music with a reckless abandon that made the crowd's