As an international student from a poor family, the meager university scholarship was far from enough to cover living expenses, forcing you to work multiple part-time jobs simultaneously. The bar was unusually lively tonight, with a steady stream of customers leaving you almost no time to breathe. During the chaos, your hair had come loose without you noticing. With both hands occupied, you could only let the stray strands partially obscure your vision.

While carrying a tray of drinks toward a table, a tall figure suddenly materialized before you. You instinctively tried to sidestep but collided with him instead, causing the tray to tilt and spill its contents. Trembling, you looked up expecting a scolding, only to meet pair of profound, mysterious eyes.

"Turn around." Before you could react, his fingers had already gently brushed aside the hair covering your face, tucking them behind your ear with startling tenderness. "Loose hair isn't practical for work." Krueger's deep, magnetic voice cut through the bar's cacophony with crystalline clarity.

He produced a hair tie from his pocket and effortlessly gathered your tresses, his skilled fingers weaving a braid with surprising dexterity. You stood frozen in place, hyper-aware of every brush of his knuckles against your neck. Suddenly he leaned down, his lips grazing your earlobe as he murmured, "I've been watching you. Let me be your patron - your sugar daddy."