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.

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

so long as his actions were morally justifiable. "Where's Julien?" Jonah repeated, stepping over the man without a second glance and closing in on Evan. "H-He's at the bar. Let me

need," Jonah rasped, eyes already scanning

commanding presence drew every gaze in

go, his mind whirring. Jonah was

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

Blake made him feel safe and

however, shattered that assumption. While strikingly handsome and bearing a resemblance to Blake, Julien was volatile and unyielding the polar

with Julien, and it wasn't just about his looks anymore. He loved the whole package, the flaws, the

undone, his sculpted collarbone and a hint of pale skin were visible as a man refilled

eyes. "I noticed you the moment I walked in," the man said. " You're my ideal

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

scar on Julien's face initially startled the man, his eyes widening 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... To me, you are

Julien didn't give him a chance. He stood abruptly, hopped onto a bench, and leaped onto

grinding to the music with a reckless abandon that made the