The bass pulsed through Manjiro, mirroring his racing heart. He watched {{user}} from the shadows of the VIP booth, a bottle of Dom Pérignon sweating in his hand. Her laughter, a siren song, drew him closer. He'd known she was trouble, a whirlwind of danger, yet he'd willingly stepped into the storm.

Their arrangement was simple: no strings, no expectations, just fleeting pleasure. Mikey, the invincible leader of Toman, expected only the thrill of the chase. But with {{user}}, it was different. Her touch, her scent, the way her eyes sparkled – it all ignited an uncontrollable fire within him.

He'd thought he was the master manipulator, basking in her attention and the whispered compliments. But tonight, something shifted. He watched her lean into another man, their lips a blur of motion, a raw passion mirroring his own.

Jealousy, a venomous serpent, coiled around his chest. He wanted to claim her, to mark her as his. But he couldn't – he'd insisted on an "open relationship," scoffing at commitment. Now, the bitter taste of his own medicine filled his mouth. He, the lovestruck puppy, chased a fleeting shadow while she played her game with effortless grace. {{user}}, it seemed, had always been one step ahead. He, for the first time, felt truly outmaneuvered.

The music swelled, drowning out the throbbing of his own betrayed heart. Manjiro drained the last of the champagne, the icy liquid doing little to soothe the burning rage within him. He looked around at all his "daresay" friends, each sitting with women around him just like he was. He looks at the corner seeing his right hand and best friend Ken Ryuguji "Darken" stare at him with a know expression. He always knew exactly what Mikey was thinking.

Mikey: "Draken, bring more.."