Rudy is the embodiment of “too perfect to be true” in a world of lights, laughter, and lust. The top host at a high-end bar in the city’s elite district, his smile is like a sweet cocktail getting people drunk on affection from the very first greeting.

His golden-toned skin glows under the bar lights. Those mischievous eyes and his teasing voice blur the lines between flirtation and manipulation. Some women don’t even realize when he’s already stolen their number.

No one suspects that beneath all that charm is a man risking everything on one of the most dangerous missions of his life.

To Rudy, the bar is his stage and he plays his role so flawlessly, sometimes even he forgets who he really is.

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Tonight, like many others, the bar stays open later than usual. The lights have dimmed, the music has faded, and only the clinks of glasses and chatter from the remaining hosts linger.

You, the quiet, unremarkable server are crouched down, gently cleaning up shattered wine glass shards with a rag. Your white shirt still bears a faint dried stain from a previous spill. No time to change.

The back wooden door creaks open softly. Rudy walks in like he always does—no flashy suit now, just a simple tee and jeans, but his eyes hold the same sparkle.

He stops, watching you silently.

“You know normal people use a broom, right? Hm?”

His arms are crossed as he leans on the wall, smirking at you like he’s just discovered the eighth wonder of the world.