The bass lines from the massive speakers rattled the crystal chandeliers overhead. In the middle of the crowded room, a large, hyped-up circle formed as high-society guests clapped and chanted in unison: "LUKE! LUKE! LUKE! LUKE!"

Luke Destiano smoothly stepped onto the glittering floor, loosening his black silk tie with a confident smirk. The crowd went absolutely feral, desperate to see Spain’s number two bachelor and five-time Olympic dance champion bust some moves.

Near the back bar, Felix was sipping a bright pink cocktail through a straw, looking jaw-droppingly beautiful. He groaned loudly, his rosy pink eyes narrowing in pure irritation. "Ugh! Are you serious? This blonde giant is totally ruining the vibe. The music is supposed to be for everyone, not a one-man boyband ego show!"

Before Miya could stop him, Felix slammed his cocktail glass onto the counter, stepped directly into the center of the circle, and pointed a slim, elegant finger straight at Luke.

"Hey! Sit down, superstar! I can dance ten times better than you!" Felix shouted over the music, his voice sharp and confident.

The entire ballroom went dead silent. Guests gasped, dropping their jaws. No one had ever dared to challenge Luke Destiano on a dance floor.

Luke froze, his icy blue eyes locking onto Felix. The moment he saw the gorgeous, pale-skinned man with the swollen rosy eyes—the exact "scentless void" his Alpha instincts were hunting for earlier—a violent spark of interest ignited in his chest. Luke smiled, stepping closer, his massive 6'2" frame towering over Felix.

"Oh? A challenge?" Luke's voice was deep, smooth, and teasing. "You've got confidence, sweetheart. Let's see if you have the skill to back it up."

Felix smirked, his eyes glittering with the deadly, competitive fire of Velvet Trigger. He switched effortlessly into a flawless, captivating Spanish accent, his voice dripping with playful defiance. "Prepárate para presenciar la perfección sin esfuerzo." (Get ready to witness effortless perfection.)

Up on the elevated DJ booth, Emily Destiano squealed into her microphone. She loved a chaotic show. She instantly dropped a heavy, modern remix of a legendary Spain classic, the traditional acoustic guitar rhythms blending with a roaring, high-society club beat. "You heard the man! Let’s see some action!"

Luke and Felix instantly turned to the crowd to grab random dance partners to start the battle. Luke smoothly spun a gorgeous young heiress onto the floor, while Felix grabbed a handsome young Alpha guest, flashing him a heart-melting, cute smile that makes the poor guy completely blush.

The battle began. Luke moved with the terrifying, hypnotic grace of a predator, his broad shoulders and muscular frame executing flawless, sharp modern-flamenco footwork. Across from him, Felix matched him beat-for-beat. Felix's lean, flexible assassin body twisted and glided with unbelievable fluid precision, his burgundy jacket swirling beautifully in the strobe lights. The crowd cheered wildly, completely stunned by the sheer aura of perfection radiating from both of them.

After a grueling, high-tempo verse, the music dropped into a sudden, temporary slow bridge. Both Luke and Felix broke away from their partners at the exact same time, walking back to the VIP bar counter side-by-side. Without breaking eye contact, they both grabbed a shot of tequila from the bartender, clinked their glasses together, and slammed them down in unison.

"Not bad," Luke panted, a dark smirk on his face. "But you're holding back."

"Please," Felix sucked on his bottom lip, looking effortlessly beautiful. "I'm just getting warmed up, boyband."

The music suddenly intensified, the Spanish acoustic guitars roaring back with double the speed and violence. Felix and Luke spun back onto the floor to grab their partners again—but within three seconds, a massive problem arose. The tempo was too fast. The choreography was too complex.

Luke tried to spin his heiress partner, but she stumbled, completely unable to keep up with his Olympic pacing. Felix tried to dip his Alpha partner, but the guy was too slow, nearly tripping over his own feet trying to follow Felix's fluid, lightning-fast assassin reflexes. Both of their partners were completely slowing them down.

Luke and Felix looked at each other across the floor. Their eyes locked. They don't even need to speak. With a synchronized, graceful push, they both released their clumsy partners. Luke stepped forward, his massive hand shooting out to firmly grip Felix’s waist. Felix doesn't flinch; he placed his hand sharply on Luke's broad shoulder, their bodies colliding perfectly in the center of the room.

The crowd held its collective breath.

They began to dance together. It was absolute magic. An Alpha dance god and a hidden Omega assassin, moving in perfect, lethal synchronization. Luke lifted Felix effortlessly, Felix’s body arching with breathtaking flexibility under the flashing lights. They spun, advance, and retreat like two tigers locking horns, their combined aura of visual perfection completely paralyzing the entire ballroom.

They were moving so fast, with so much fire, that they took brief, half-second pauses near the passing waiters, snatching glasses of champagne mid-spin, swallowing the liquid, and throwing the empty glasses behind them without ever breaking their rhythm or their intense, locked gaze. For Luke, his inner Alpha was roaring with absolute obsession. This scentless, gorgeous creature was the only person in the world who can match his tempo. And for Felix, even though he thought Luke was just a flashy boyband member, a thrill ran down his spine.

As the final, explosive chord of the Spanish classic echoed through the hall, Luke gripped Felix's waist tight, pulling Felix's lean chest flush against his massive tuxedo jacket, dipping him low to the floor. They froze in the final pose, their faces inches apart, breathing heavily as hundreds of paparazzi camera flashes exploded around them like a wall of lightning.

The heavy applause and the explosive camera flashes faded into a dizzying blur. Felix suddenly broke the intense eye contact, pushing himself off Luke’s broad chest. As the high-octane adrenaline from the dance wore off, all those mid-tempo champagne glasses and tequila shots hit him like a freight train.

Felix stumbled a step back, his vision swaying. His pale cheeks flushed a gorgeous, vibrant pink that perfectly matched his eyes.

"Uh-oh... Too many drinks... Bestie Miya is going to kill me... Need to leave... Now," Felix muttered to himself, shaking his head, completely dizzy.

He turned on his heel, his usually flawless, graceful footing turning completely uncoordinated and clumsy as he slipped into the crowded exit hallway.

"Wait! Hold on!" Luke called out, breathless, his inner Alpha completely screaming to not let this man walk away.

Luke didn't care about the paparazzi, the politicians, or his family watching. He broke into a sprint, chasing the gorgeous, burgundy-clad phantom straight into the quieter palace corridor.

Felix heard heavy, fast footsteps behind him. He tried to look over his shoulder to see who was following him, but his uncoordinated, drunk limbs failed him. His designer leather boot caught the edge of a velvet runner rug.

"Whoa—!" Felix gasped, his eyes widening in a cute panic as he started falling forward toward the hard marble floor.

Before he could crash, a shadow loomed over him. Luke dived forward, his massive, athletic arms wrapping firmly around Felix’s lean waist, pulling him tightly against his chest. Luke slipped on the slick marble, tumbling backward, but kept his body underneath Felix to cushion the fall completely.

THUD.

They landed on the floor, Felix sprawled completely on top of Luke's massive, expensive tuxedo jacket. Luke groaned softly, blinking his icy blue eyes as he looked up. Felix’s face was just inches away. Up close, Felix looked breathtakingly cute. His silky black hair was completely messy, falling across his pale forehead, and his rosy lips were parted as he exhaled soft, warm, alcohol-scented breath.

Felix blinked his big, swollen pink eyes, completely dazed and heavily intoxicated. He stared at Luke’s flawless slicked-back blonde hair, his broad shoulders, and the soft fabric of his shirt. In his completely drunk, hazy mind, Luke's sharp features blurred into something comforting and soft.

"Oh... Mr. Fluffy Ears...?" Felix slurred his words, his voice turning incredibly soft, childish, and cute. "Did you follow me all the way from California...? You're... you're so big and warm tonight... my favorite teddy bear..."

"What...? Teddy bear?" Luke froze, his heart doing a violent, chaotic thud against his ribs.

Before Luke could even process the words, drunk Felix let out a soft, happy giggle. He leaned down, cupping Luke's sharp jawline with his delicate hands, and pressed a sweet, affectionate, lingering peck right onto Luke’s lips.

Luke’s eyes went completely wide, his entire body turning rigid with absolute shock. The touch of Felix's soft, rosy lips sent a literal electric shock straight through his inner Alpha.

"Sighing happily, resting his heavy head right in the crook of Luke's neck," Felix whispered. "Goodnight... teddy bear..."

Felix’s body instantly went completely limp. He baced out cold from the alcohol, snoring softly right against Luke’s chest, completely scentless and entirely defenseless. Luke just lay there on the marble floor, completely paralyzed, his hand slowly rising to touch his own lips where Felix just kissed him. A massive, deep crimson blush rushed across Luke's face. The cool, unapproachable Olympic dance king had just been completely broken by an accidental kiss from a drunk assassin.

Luke carried Felix bridal-style down the hidden servants' corridors of the palace, completely avoiding his family’s gaze. He kept Felix pressed tightly against his chest, shielding him from any prying security eyes. He slipped into his private, ultra-luxurious bedroom and gently laid Felix down on the massive king-sized bed. Felix was snoring softly, looking effortlessly beautiful and cute with his messy black hair sprawled across the silk pillows. Luke pulled the duvet up to Felix's chin, stared at him with an intense, lingering gaze, and quietly exited the room to sleep in the guest wing.