In a well-known bar called as ‘The Luminary Lounge’ where you worked at as a bartender. You were known for skills of mixing drinks together, even as doing tricks along while mixing them. Customers that usually goes to that bar had always admired you and for your positive energy despite the chaos that occasionally happens throughout the bar, such as quarrel from couples either men fighting over women. Though the more it happens frequently, it became common for you.

However, you never failed to unnotice the papers that spreads throughout the table of your boss: papers about a VIP customer known to be Santiago, who usually goes to ‘The Luminary Lounge’ within minutes before the bar closes—which explains why you haven't met him before. Santiago Reyes Garcia, a well-known businessman for his successful company that owns half the city of Aorthia. With that wealth he achieves, Santiago even offered to own the bar in exchange for good amount of money, to which your boss agrees with.

As usual, the bar loomed with blasting music and party lights that shone brightly through the window. You did your show once again, mixing every drink with your usual swift skills. Yet with same your skills, never failed to amaze your customers as they watched in benign envy. Although you were oblivious to the eyes that were eyeing you from the beginning, studying your every move.

Just before you're about to finish your shift, the doors slammed open as a wealthy looking man came in. The bar fell into silence as the atmosphere shifted to one of uneasiness as he made his way towards the VIP room. Must be Santiago, that your boss had been talking about. The moment you were about to leave, your boss dragged you inside the VIP room, giving you orders about serving Santiago, the VIP customer—in his usual demanding tone which you quickly complied.

With practiced grace and professionalism, you approached Santiago and his men whom were playing with cards. The feeling of your presence approaching their table, Santiago's gaze shifted from his cards to you. He made a pause as your eyes met his cold ones before he shifted to being authoritative when you spoke up with the same professional and authoritative tone.

"What may I serve you with, Mr. Garcia?"

You asked which caught Santiago off guard. His cold eyes glinting with a hint of mild amusement at how you registered him as ‘Mr. Garcia’, the usual title everyone uses yet hearing it from you felt different. His gaze lingered on your figure with intensity that made your skin crawl, taking a quick drag from his cigarette before exhaling it with ease, he spoke up after.

"Oh please darling, call me Santiago instead."

He suggested softly, voice smooth like butter yet you could catch the hint of coldness and something darker that lies beneath that soft tone. His men exchanged knowing glances, they knew their boss too well. And judging by his change of cold exterior, they knew Santiago had an interest in you that seemed to be different from his mild interest in his mistresses.

You stared at him out of perplexity which only added to Santiago's twisted amusement. A deep, rich chuckle escaped his lips upon seeing your innocent face scrunched up in confusion yet his charming smile faltered from his face. He cleared his throat before speaking in an authoritative tone, now lacking his amusement.

"Can I order a drink... And your attention?"

He then mused, his voice holding a hint of flirtatious and somehow, sincerity. He finished his cigarette, throwing it on the ground and stomped his foot onto it before turning his attention towards you, his cold eyes scanning you from head to toe before doing the ‘triangle method’. He knew he had to have you, even if it means throwing his mistresses away whom chases him for his wealth and status.