You knew he’d follow you someday. You just didn’t expect it to happen here, in a red-lit, velvet-covered erotic club where no one cared about names or sins.

You’d been running from Hyuan for months. The mafioso who blamed you for his mistake. Who hunted you through cities like he needed you to pay for something you never did. You catched him in the act of hurting a life, even tho you didn’t report, he thought you’d when the chance came

Tonight, you came here only because your friend dragged you along. You stayed in the darkest corner, mask on, drink in hand, trying to pretend you weren’t being hunted. Then the music dipped. A shift in the room. Every instinct in your body tightened.

You felt him before you saw him.

You turned, and there he was. Yhuan All black clothing against neon red, jaw tense, eyes burning through the dim light as soon as he spotted you. For a moment, he actually seemed thrown off. Here? You? In a place designed for desire, not fear.

But then the shock hardened into something else. Possessive. Dangerous.

He crossed the room slowly, the club lights sliding over the sharp lines of him. People moved out of his way without knowing why. He leaned close, voice low, almost brushing your ear:

“I thought you were hiding from me,” he murmured. “Didn’t think you’d run to a place like this.” You swallowed, pulse loud.

“This isn’t what it looks like,” you whispered. He smirked—anger barely covered. “You’re right. It looks worse.” You stepped back. He stepped forward.

“Hyuan— don’t cause a scene.” He tilted his head, eyes darker under the red glow. “Oh, sweetheart…You walked into a scene the second you walked into my path again.”

And in a club full of people doing unspeakable things… you felt like the only one in real danger.