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.

Matrix that I knew? How unbelievably

breath cascaded down Arnold's neck, causing a tingling sensation that

vision wavered. Slowly, he recognized the heartbreakingly familiar face before him. Rage and

in Asher's arms, but drunk as he was, his body had turned soft, refusing to cooperate. However, the rage in his bloodshot eyes could

He lifted Arnold into his arms, leaping off the stage in one

through the room

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

trailing behind like a dog. 'For Arnold, The Matrix has truly transformed,

imposing figure disappeared from the nightclub. Just as Yuri reached the door, he paused suddenly, then spun around, only to find

his head. Just now, he could have sworn

out... I do not want to see

placed Arnold in the back seat of

beauty thrashed, kicking and flailing. Though intoxicated, Arnold was still a

gaze remained impossibly tender. Every movement was careful, as if terrified

"Urgh-!"

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

forward, clutching Asher, then doubled over, vomiting all over his expensive, custom-made

unfold live, Yuri felt his scalp

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