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.

called "The Matrix" stood firm, immovable as a mountain. Meanwhile, that flirtatious man lay sprawled at his feet, clutching his

about being gentlemanly

the fallen man, heading

I'll

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

let out a quiet

right. Arnold

virtuous. Aside from work, he never

Yuri always assumed that meant Asher preferred someone

that was not the

beautiful face, Arnold was a wild stallion through and through, completely stubborn to the

only because of

Arnold, not just the exterior. He

what he

to reveal his sharp collarbones and smooth, fair skin. His drunken gaze wavered

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

turned his face slightly,

about now? Am I

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

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