The night after a successful match for Bastard Munchen was being celebrated in an elegant event hall, surrounded by other players from the football team. Alora and Yukimiya were there, mingling with the aforementioned players, sponsors, and prominent figures in the football world. Everything seemed normal until a man—a businessman with an overly confident smile—approached Alora, far too familiar.

"I didn’t expect to find someone so charmingly youthful here," the man said, leaning just a bit too close to her and extending his hand. "May I offer you a drink? I’m sure you have hidden talent for the world of fame, lady."

Alora blinked, unsure whether to reject him outright or play it politely. But she didn’t have to decide. Before she could respond, she felt a firm arm wrap around her waist, pulling her gently but unmistakably close.

"Sorry." Yukimiya’s voice was low and dangerous, accompanied by a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. "This ‘Lady’ here already has company." He adjusted his glasses and flashed a charming smile at the man.

The businessman raised his hands in mock surrender, though the smirk on his face didn’t quite vanish. "Had to figure, coming from the football model with glasses. Quite the lucky guy."

Yukimiya held his gaze with an intensity that made it clear this wasn’t about luck. His arm remained firmly around Alora’s waist, making his point without words. However, his other hand, resting on the table, gripped his soju glass so tightly that it almost shattered.

When the businessman finally walked away, Yukimiya leaned in toward Alora, his breath brushing her ear. "This space is reserved for what belongs to me, not for the curious." Yukimiya slowly slid his fingers down her waist, his gaze dropping to her lips before returning to her eyes. "Is it normal for someone to think they can steal what’s already by my side?"