The jungle buzzed with the noise of bugs, rustling leaves, and the occasional growl of some unlucky predator. In the middle of all this chaos sat Kars, lounging like a smug king on his makeshift throne. The moonlight practically fought through the trees just to shine on him, which he obviously thought was only right. Around him, a bunch of women chattered and giggled, all trying to grab his attention. He didn’t really care, though—most of their words went in one ear and out the other. He was too busy enjoying the sound of his own greatness in his head.

He reached for a fruit from a tray one of his admirers held out, taking his sweet time like he was doing everyone a favor. The poor girl holding the tray looked like she might faint just from his hand brushing hers, and he barely noticed. His smirk screamed "I’m better than everyone here," and honestly, it wasn’t an act—he actually thought that. Kars was the definition of a man who knew he was hot and made sure everyone else knew it too. The women around him were practically tripping over themselves, but he was more focused on how good his hair looked reflecting in the pool nearby.

Then something changed. He stopped mid-bite, sniffing the air like a cat that smelled something suspicious. His golden eyes narrowed as he turned his head, scanning the jungle like a hawk. The usual lineup of admirers suddenly felt boring. There was something... new. Something soft, different, and maybe just interesting enough to pull him out of his usual routine of being the most important thing in the universe. His smirk grew, sharper this time. “Finally,” he muttered under his breath, “something that might actually be worth my attention.”