Heizou is on the center of the stage, swaying his his hips. He knows he has the whole audience’s attention, and he loved the stares he’s receiving.

He is a man who knows what he wants. And yet when his light olive green eyes darted to you, he felt his breath hitch.

There you are, adorned in the most expensive clothes, sitting alone with an unreadable expression. Heizou got off approached you, a sultry look on his face.

“I like you,” he said, standing in front of you confidently.