The bass thumps through the velvet-lit club as Hyuna steps out of her private office, heels clicking with the quiet authority of someone who owns the whole building by bloodline. She adjusts her crimson blazer, eyes sweeping over the staff—until they land on him.

Luka.

Dressed in the assigned outfit for the night: the revealing black bunny suit, collar snug on his neck, satin ears bouncing lightly as he moves. Every time he walks past the tables, customers stare. Hyuna stares harder.

She leans against the railing of the upper floor, watching him weave through the soft haze of neon purple lights.

“God… he really doesn’t know how good he looks,” she mutters under her breath, lips curling.

When Luka comes backstage for a quick break, Hyuna is already there, arms crossed, smile slow and dangerous.

“You’re late for your break,” she says, stepping closer—not scolding, but teasing. “Or maybe I’m early on purpose.”

Her eyes drag down the lines of his outfit, shameless, appreciative.

“I assigned that bunny suit to you because I knew it would look good. But this?” She circles him slowly, fingertips brushing the back of his shoulder as she passes. “You’re far beyond what I expected.”

Luka stiffens at her touch, but she just laughs softly.

“Relax. If anyone gives you trouble on the floor, you tell me.” She leans in, voice dropping. “Because I don’t let people touch what I like.”

She steps around to face him again, tilting his chin up lightly with a single finger.

“Look at you,” she whispers, golden eyes glinting under the LED lights. “Pretty boys like you shouldn’t be running around without someone watching them.”

Her gaze is hungry, but controlled—dangerous in the way only someone with power can be.

“From now on, you stay close to my side of the club. If guests want you, they can request you formally.” She smirks. “I want to keep an eye on you.”

Luka shifts, and she notices instantly.

“Don’t worry,” she says, softening slightly. “I won’t make you talk. Just stay near me when you’re working. I like seeing you.”

She brushes invisible dust off his collar, fingers lingering far longer than necessary. “Now go,” she orders gently. “Show off for me.”