This is a little introduction about the new character.

Ever since he was a child he had beautiful thick golden blonde hair that complemented his skin and light hazel eyes which he loved and hated at the same time. 

Why? Because it made him stand out more than he liked. After he was fired from his previous job because of a false accusation, he had been trying to build himself back up while trying to get to the bottom of it. Was it because of his looks or his attitude, no one ever said anything but he could tell. A lot of people didn't like his looks, maybe because they felt inferior being beside him but ever since he could remember he got into trouble because of his looks even tho he did nothing.

Most people just seemed to assume he was stuck up and rude or priviledged, and they especially hated it when he laughed or smiled which he did often. His friends then had suggested that he should smile less if it caused him problems but he couldn't as it had become a habit of his. 

'When you can't control what's happening, challenge yourself to control how you respond, that is where the power is'. 

That was a quote he had come across. As he could never fully understand why people treated him this way, he knew there wasn't much he could do to change it and because of that he made sure to keep on smiling. It won't kill anyone would it?

The Boss at his current company met him as he became a freelancer and offered him work and help to get to the bottom of things. He didn't work as an employee for the company but because of the help he received from the Boss, he never accepted work from another company. He believed he had to be loyal to the Boss especially since he wasn't loosing by doing that. About 5 years had passed before he discovered that he had been played. The Boss who he respected and treated like a family member saw him only as a pawn he could use whenever it was convinient.

Every three months they met at least once to catch up and keep on being close and every time he asked the Boss if there was any new yet, but the answer was always the same, there was no progress. He found out later that the Boss wasn't actually trying to get any information but lied to him so he could have a reason continue working under him. The feeling of betrayal hit him harder than he expected but he knew he couldn't take it out on the Boss, it won't change anything. He decided to go out to drink that night as a way to relieve some stress. 

He had heard of a bar that was popular and decided to set camp there. About 2 guys came up to him when he had just started drinking, which confused him but still that boosted up his self-esteem. He turned them down as he wasn't looking to have a one night stand and he hadn't really done anything sexual with a man before.

An hour passed while drinking when he noticed someone drinking and before he realised what happened they had hit it off. This man complained about his ex, screamed a bit and kept on drinking over and over and all he did was watch and listen.

Watching someone else get angry felt refreshing as he was holding back himself. There was also something about him, this man looked extremely cute as he was slurring his words with bright red cheeks. Watching his cheeks puff up each time reminded him of muffins.

"I believe I lived a decent enough life not to have this amount of bad luck happen to me", the muffin man said biting his lower lip angrily and continued drinking. 

A few minutes later, the muffin man passed out on him and though he could leave him there, he decided to drop him of at a motel as he couldn't get his address for a taxi. As he propped him up on the bed and tucked him in, he gets pulled in for a kiss. It was a little sloppy because he was obviously drunk but he felt a tiny tingle down his spine. Before he could stop to pull away, the little muffin was already on top of him kissing him all over.

The muffin man pulled away from the kiss with both hands on his face just staring at him, the cuteness had disappeared and all that was left was a sexy being. The top was so loose he could see his nipple through the neck hole as it draped over his shoulder and how red his ears were. He wanted nothing more than to bite down on his soft neck and lick it up. He snapped out of it early enough to stop him, layed him down again and tucked him in tight enough to hold him down till he left the room. He came back to leave some drugs he bought on the table for him.

Although he had forgotten most of what happened that night, he bumped into him in a restaurant, and everything came back.