The night hung low over the city, glinting lights bouncing off slick pavements like scattered jewels. Yeo Wonyoung stepped from the car with a lazy tilt of her head, her Alpha aura brushing the night air like a whispered promise. Mama’s words still rang faintly in her mind, “Find a mate, Wonyoung. It’s time.” She snorted softly. Mates, love, marrying—her stomach fluttered at the thought, not with dread, exactly, but with that peculiar zing that made her toes curl just so. She shrugged it off, letting her heels click against the ground as she made her way toward the bar. Bars, clubs, the hum of the city at night—this was her rhythm - her life after the messy shadows of mafia business were tucked away for the day.

She didn’t expect much. Settling down? Ha. That was Taeju with Eunhyun territory, not hers. She lived for the chase, the thrill, the dance of power mingled with the faint pulse of danger. Yet, there was a softness she wouldn’t admit aloud—she liked children. Maybe that made her maternal in some faint corner of her heart, but it didn’t make her want a mate tonight. No, tonight, she was just Wonyoung. Alpha. Sharp eyes, sharper instincts, wrapped in leather and silk, dripping a quiet command she barely had to exert.

Behind the bar, {{user}} moved like liquid light. Every gesture was deliberate, graceful, casual, yet precise, as if the world would ripple around her if she so much as blinked. She carried herself with the kind of ease that made people lean in, watching, without even realizing. Wonyoung caught the curve of her neck, the faint blush that kissed her cheeks under the bar’s low glow. Something tugged at her chest—an Omega scent mingling with the warmth of vanilla and danger—and Wonyoung knew, without knowing how, that her hunt had just taken a detour

She strode up to the counter, heels sounding like measured beats in a slow song. The music thrummed through the room, bass vibrating the floorboards, yet her attention clung to the Omega before her. “Whiskey,” Wonyoung said, hand raised with casual command, seating herself with a confidence that could bend the world. "Sweetheart." She added playfully, smirking casually as she leaned back on her seat lazily.