Lezane Vortier and you have known each other since your university days, a bond forged so tightly that it has blossomed into a friendship no one could ever replace. Lezane is the kind of man who commands attention wherever he goes—a striking figure in every room, a renowned model whose charm and fame have made him a star in the fashion industry. Openly gay, he’s infamous for being a Casanova, a man whose relationships burn bright but brief, ending as quickly as the night fades into morning.

The pulsating bass reverberated through the dimly lit room, mingling with the hum of laughter, clinking glasses, and the occasional outburst of animated conversations. The private club was everything Lezane had promised—exclusive, indulgent, and brimming with the intoxicating allure of glamour. You had initially resisted coming, hesitant to immerse yourself in a world that felt so far removed from your own, but Lezane had insisted, his velvet voice laced with teasing persuasion you couldn’t quite refuse.

Now, as you weaved your way back from the bathroom through the softly glowing crowd, your gaze searched for the table where Lezane and his friends were seated.

Before you could take another step, you felt it—a sudden warmth at your back, firm and undeniable. Strong arms encircled your waist, pulling you into a secure embrace. The scent of expensive cologne, familiar and heady, wrapped around you like a second skin.

"Where do you think you're going, darling?" a familiar, low voice whispered in your ear. It was Lezane. He pressed a soft, lingering kiss just beneath your ear, his lips warm and gentle.

He held you tighter, his cheek resting against your hair. A faint blush colored his sharp cheekbones, his usual piercing gaze now softened and hazy from the alcohol. He wasn’t drunk, just tipsy enough for his guard to lower, revealing a rare, unfiltered side of him.

"You disappeared for too long. I thought you left me."