Sojin stood at Aziel's doorstep. He pressed the doorbell, waiting with the same impatience that had tormented him during these days. Inside, Aziel ran toward the door but stopped abruptly upon reaching the threshold. He looked into the mirror, hurriedly straightened his messy hair, took a deep breath trying to sober up, and finally opened the door.

​Sojin was standing on the threshold. The wounds on his face were already almost scarred. In his hand, he held a luxurious and fresh bouquet of red roses, and in his gaze burned that warm longing that needed no words. Aziel froze.

​My God, how can I restrain myself... he is too attractive. My Sojin is simply perfect, I want to bite those lips madly right now, — passed through his mind. However, gathering his willpower, he smiled and invited Sojin in.

​It was Sojin's first time at Aziel's house. He examined the surroundings with interest; the apartment was decorated with taste, a delicate combination of antique Egyptian decors and Korean minimalist style. Suddenly, his gaze stopped on the bed. He turned to Aziel, who was busy arranging the flowers in the vase, and said with a smirk:

​— Although your apartment is small, it is good that your bed is a double. I think I can quietly spend the night here with you.

​Aziel blushed instantly. Restrain yourself, Aziel, just restrain yourself. It is work time, now is not the time for that, — he repeated in his mind, trying to avoid Sojin's passionate gaze.

​A tense silence reigned in the car. Sojin was driving confidently with one hand, while with the other, he firmly squeezed Aziel's hand. The silence was broken by Sojin's low, husky voice:

​— Today I am entirely yours, if, of course, you don't mind. In the morning I have to leave for business, but tonight I am at your disposal... or more correctly, under your body.

​After these words, he looked at Aziel with a wild, longing-filled, and confident gaze and winked. Smoke seemed to come out of Aziel's ears; he turned his head in confusion, looking out the window. How to endure until night... Gods, give me strength.

​The workday turned into a real trial. Sojin tempted him at every opportunity. When Aziel was on stage, Sojin followed his every move with his attractive gaze, making the dancer suffocate from his own passion.

​During the break, Aziel rushed to the dressing room to change clothes for the next performance. He had barely managed to get half-naked when the door opened. Sojin walked in. His gaze was dominant and irresistible. Without saying a word, he approached and hugged Aziel's sweaty, slender, and elegant body, squeezing him firmly and kissing him passionately.

​— Sojin, the door is not locked... I have to hurry, — Aziel whispered, panting. However, Sojin's hand slid down abruptly and firmly squeezed Aziel's penis. From the sudden pleasure, Aziel's breath hitched.

​— Have you gone mad... stop it, — he pleaded with a trembling voice.

— Let them come and see, — Sojin smirked, looking straight into his eyes, — let everyone see and be envious.

​Sojin began to stimulate Aziel's nipples with his teeth while simultaneously accelerating the movements of his hand on his penis. Aziel remembered his dream and, sobering up for a moment, pushed him away:

​— Get out of here, please, wait until night.

​Sojin looked at him like a cunning fox. He forcefully threw Aziel down onto the makeup table.

​— If you want me to go, ask me properly... address me as Hyung, — he commanded, while bringing out Aziel's already obviously hardened, large, and aroused penis from under his clothes.

​Aziel, burning with passion and shame, bit his lip. And Sojin, with a triumphant smile, got to work. He began to play with his tongue and swallow Aziel's penis. Aziel covered his own mouth with both hands so that the moans wouldn't escape. Sojin accelerated the pace at one moment and slowed it down the next, driving Aziel to madness.

​Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

​— Aziel, are you inside? Why are you late? The customers are waiting, — the manager's voice was heard.

​Aziel's heart began to beat like crazy from fear. He didn't know what to do; Sojin seemed to hear nothing, he didn't stop and continued his passionate actions, his world was focused only on Aziel's body and the pleasure he was causing. The manager continued to knock persistently, raising his voice louder and louder:

​— Aziel, maybe you feel unwell? Why don't you respond?

​Aziel felt the cold sweat of fear mixing with the heat of passion. Whispering, almost without breathing, he began to plead with Sojin to stop, but Sojin only intensified the pace. He looked up with a cunning and hungry gaze, straight into Aziel's eyes, and began to make delicate but firm strokes with his tongue along the length of the aroused member. Then, without hesitation, he tried to fit Aziel's large and thick penis entirely into his mouth. Since it was too voluminous, Sojin's throat strained, and tears involuntarily flowed from his eyes, responding to that internal pressure. But he did not stop.

​He began to move his head rhythmically back and forth, accelerating the pace at one point and slowing it down the next, bringing Aziel to the edge of madness. The tears on Sojin's face did not prevent him from maintaining that wild and passionate gaze with which he seemed to consume Aziel's entire being. Every time he squeezed the base of the member firmly with his lips, Aziel felt the reality sliding from under his feet.

​At that moment, the manager's voice was heard again from behind the door, as he was already losing patience.

​— Aziel, I am coming in.

​Aziel's body convulsed from fear and the impending disgrace, but the movements of Sojin's head became even more relentless. He did not allow Aziel even to think about escape. Hearing that the manager was coming in, Aziel whispered at the peak of despair and wild pleasure:

​— Hyung... please...

​After Aziel's desperate and broken Hyung plea, a triumphant and wild satisfaction flashed in Sojin's gaze for a moment. He slowed the pace and began to pull his head back gradually, centimeter by centimeter, bringing Aziel's warm and hardened penis out of his mouth. When his wet lips finally reached the head of the member and lightly touched it, Aziel's body convulsed powerfully one last time. He could no longer restrain himself; the seed erupted forcefully, completely covering Sojin's face—cheeks, eyelids, and the corners of his lips—with warm jets.

​Sojin did not close his eyes; he looked at Aziel from under those white traces with such a fearless gaze, as if it were the greatest victory of his life. Aziel's seed and his own tears were mixed on his face, creating a tempting and at the same time terrifying image.

​The dressing room door opened.

The dressing room door opened, but the scene that appeared before the manager was far from reality. Sojin, gifted with the speed and cold-bloodedness of a predator, had managed to slip away unnoticed and hide deep inside the wardrobe. Aziel, who was still breathless from what had happened, pulled his clothes over him with lightning speed, trying to cover his sweaty and trembling body.

​— Aziel, what is going on? Why weren't you answering? — the manager asked in an angry voice, scrutinizing the room with suspicion.

— There is no need to worry... — Aziel's voice was trembling, but he tried to appear firm. — I was just a bit tired, I had my headphones on. I’ll be ready in two minutes; please, let me finish.

​The manager, muttering a few dissatisfied words, finally left. Aziel leaned against the door and let his lungs take a free breath. At that moment, the wardrobe door slowly opened. Sojin came out of there—self-satisfied, triumphant, and with a burning gaze. He approached Aziel, lifted his chin with a gentle touch of his fingers, and kissed his forehead. Then, bringing his lips close to his ear, he whispered in a low and provocative voice:

​— I hope that tonight you will be just as generous inside me...

​He looked at Aziel with that self-assured and insolent smile and, without saying anything else, left. Aziel remained alone. His legs could no longer hold him; he slid down the length of the door and crouched on the floor, covering his face tightly with his hands to hide his own frantic pulse.

​The workday ended. Aziel was waiting for Sojin outside, trying to calm his thoughts. Suddenly, a group of drunk men passed by him. Seeing Aziel’s slender body and long hair from behind, they thought he was a girl. One of them approached, grabbed a lock of Aziel’s hair, and sniffed it.

— What a sweet scent this pretty girl’s hair has, — he said in a lewd voice.

​Aziel turned around in terror. The men froze for a moment, seeing that it was a boy before them, but the shock soon turned into a morbid interest.

— Stay away from me! — Aziel shouted, but they began to surround him.

— He’s even prettier than a girl... — another smirked. — With such a delicate and exotic boy, one can set aside principles and have some good fun.

​Aziel threatened to call the police, but they only laughed. They grabbed him firmly, covered his mouth so he couldn't make a sound, and began to touch his body profanely. When they lifted Aziel’s shirt and saw his chest piercings, a silence fell over the group, followed by filthy laughter.

— Look, he’s not an ordinary boy; he’s a real prostitute. Don't act like a saint; let us enjoy you, — one of them said and reached his hand toward Aziel’s chest.

​Suddenly, a heavy blow whistled through the air. Someone struck the man's head with a sports bat (bit) with such force that the latter flew to the side and collapsed on the ground. It was Sojin. But he was no longer that elegant artist. He was like a mad and merciless predator, ready to tear apart anyone who had raised a hand against his property.

​Tears flowed from Aziel’s eyes. — Sojin... — he barely whispered.

​The next few minutes turned into a bloody horror. Sojin dealt frenzied blows to all five men, knocking them down one after another. Every movement of his was filled with inhuman cruelty. Aziel had closed his eyes in fear, unable to look at the scene.

​Suddenly, a deathly silence fell. A warm hand carefully touched Aziel’s hands. He flinched, but opening his eyes, he saw Sojin. His face and clothes were covered with traces of blood, but there was no more fury in his gaze, only infinite alarm and concern. Aziel tried to look at the bodies lying behind Sojin, but Sojin firmly grabbed his head with both hands, not allowing him to see the carnage.

​— Are you okay? Did they hurt you? — he asked, with a barely suppressed tremor in his voice. Aziel, unable to hold back his emotion, hugged his neck tightly. They sat in the car in silence.

​— Are you wounded... so much blood... — Aziel asked, looking at Sojin’s clothes.

— This is not my blood, — Sojin answered shortly, fixing his gaze on the road. — Don’t worry, I am safe and sound.

​Aziel breathed a sigh of relief. He realized that standing beside him was a man who, for his sake, was ready to become a monster, and that thought both terrified him and gave him an inexplicable sense of security.