Hearing the voice, Carlos turned to see a young man with silver hair, wearing a transparent white shirt with black pants, leaning against the counter with a pair of wine glasses in his hands.

His unbuttoned collar shows his dainty collar bones, which are too smooth for a man. His physique is neither lean nor muscular. The soft silver eyes of the man further added to his beauty.

For a fleeting moment, he was captivated by the allure of the silver-haired man before him, drawn in by his undeniable charm and magnetism. The tantalizing promise of excitement and pleasure danced in his mind, tempting him to indulge in the forbidden desires that lay just before his reach.

The man gave him a flirtatious smile, moved towards his ear and whispered "Come on babe, let's get in to fun"

His hot breath fell into Carlo's ear, which awakened his desire. His irritated mood from before vanished, only to be replaced with the urge to quench his thirst. He could already feel the tightness of his pants.

He took the wine glass from the man and gulped it down in one go, saying, "Wait for me, kitten. I will be back," he whispered back and turned to get Ms. Silver's order from the bar counter.

The urgent footsteps of a man can be heard down the dark corridor. Carlos, who couldn't wait to devour the silver beauty, barged into the room at the right corner of the corridor.

Carlos stood frozen in the doorway, his heart pounding in his chest as he drank in the sight before him. The room seemed to pulse with an electric energy, charged with anticipation and desire.

His gaze lingered on the silver-haired man, captivated by the allure of his form and the intensity of his gaze. His mouth went dry as he gulped his saliva to regulate his breathing.

The silver haired man lay on the bed with his right arm supporting his head. The chains of cuffs on his hand made a clattering sound as he adjusted his head.

He wore pitch-black velvety pants, which enhanced his slender thighs and legs. The black harness around his neck evokes his mystique, hinting at a darker, more forbidden side hidden beneath the surface.

Above all, those silver eyes stared at him with deep lust. His eyes were too foggy and enchanting, wanting one to be forever buried in them. Overall, this sight is worth capturing in a portrait.

Carlos loosened his tie and moved toward the bed. He couldn't wait for another second after seeing the mouth-watering dish served right before him. He pounced on him, not knowing that the man before him was not a kitten to purr at one's caresses but a wild cat.

The silver haired man rolled to the other side of the bed, escaping from his clutches. Carlos, who has been on the edge of losing himself, can't help but glare at the man.

"Desperate, aren't we?" The man laughed and got down from the bed and stood on the other side.

Carlos huffed "If you want to play cat and mouse, we can surely do it on other time"

"I am no cat, but you surely are a mouse," the man replied nonchalantly.

Carlos's anger intensified as he closed in on the man, seizing his neck in a vice-like grip. However, the man remained unfazed, offering only a smug smirk in response, further provoking Carlos.

"Let's see how you can still smirk after I finish fucking you," Carlos leaned towards the man for a kiss.

Abruptly, someone forcefully pulled the man away from Carlos, leaving him grasping at thin air. In the aftermath, Sam Tayser collided with a well-built chest, his nose stinging slightly from the impact.

Lifting his head, he found himself face to face with a man whose gaze radiated danger. At that moment, Sam realized he had overstepped his bounds. Nevertheless, he cheekily grinned at Ruth. Wrapping both arms around Ruth's neck, he gently rubbed their noses together and whispered seductively,

"Oh, hi darling. How do you like my attire?"

Ruth seethed with anger upon spotting the red mark on his boyfriend's neck. His eyes scanned Sam's body, searching for any potential injuries.

Seeing this, Sam patted Ruth's shoulder and said, "Calm down, Ruth, I'm alright. This rat didn't have the guts to hurt me."

He pouted when Ruth didn't respond, his hand wandering toward Ruth's waistline.

Ruth intercepted Sam's wandering hand before it could awaken his little brother, who had finally fallen asleep after seeing the red handprints on Sam's neck.

"You better not test my patience now, Sam," Ruth warned, wrapping his hand possessively around Sam's waist and drawing him closer to his chest.

As if bursting their bubble, Carlos, who was offended by Sam's repeated insults, charged towards them, aiming to land a punch. But his attack was intercepted by Ruth.

Effortlessly catching Carlos's fist, Ruth twisted his hand backward, causing Carlos to scream in pain. His right hand went numb from the agony. Then, with a swift kick to the back, Ruth sent him tumbling forward, his head colliding with the edge of the bed.

Carlos felt a throbbing pain in his head, and soon he lost consciousness, his head hitting the floor with a muted thud.

Sam's eyes widened in shock as he turned to Ruth. "You didn't kill him, did you? We need him alive."

Ruth scoffed. "He's not dead, but I wish he were."

Grabbing Carlos's leg, Ruth dragged him along the corridor floor, followed by Sam, now clad in his boyfriend's jacket.