Nightfall has arrived.

The magnificent imperial capital shines brightly under neon lights.

In the most luxurious private room of the grandest bar in the city, a tall man is ensconced lazily on a couch, savoring his drink with an elegance that is captivating.

He dons a bespoke black shirt with cufflinks adorned with top-grade diamonds - a display of his unrivaled wealth and revered status. Beneath his open collar, a hint of his sun-kissed, muscular chest peek through, an image seductive enough to make any woman scream.

Move upwards, you're met with a nearly sculpted perfect and handsome face. Chiseled features, prominent eyebrows, and perched lips that hint a smile, or perhaps not, making him alluring, but subtly dangerous.

Cole Whitmore, twenty-six years old, the eldest grandchild of the esteemed Cole family, known for their tenure in the military, politics, and business. He is also the current CEO of the extremely wealthy Cole Group and the youngest person on the international billionaires list, with personal assets exceeding billions. He is the bachelor whom every woman in the country dreams of.

As the room's light flickers, his figure grows ominously seductive, like a beast lurking in the dark, ready to pounce unexpectedly.

And his deeply enamelled dark eyes are intently watching a young man standing in the middle of the room.

To be precise, it's looking at the "gigolo" who works at this nightclub, who astonishingly seems brighter and more beautiful than a woman.

Slim figure, fair skin, sword-like eyebrows, starry eyes, rosy lips, and white teeth, a simple glance can exude radiating charm enough to lure anyone, causing even a man's heart to flutter.

They were the only two people in the room.

Being stared at like this, the oppressively dangerous atmosphere caused the young man to shiver involuntarily, trying to avoid the gaze and hide his panic and fear.

He had not expected this room's client to be a man!

Had he encountered a gay man? Or perhaps a pervert with unique fetishes? What should he do... Should he flee this place immediately, run far away from the dangerous gaze of this man?

"Come here. Sit."

During his contemplation, a magnetic, low-pitched voice came to his ears, as if it was the gentle touch of a cello that made one's heart tremble. It was exceptionally pleasant.

"Ryan Miller" furrowed his eyebrows, but still walked over. He knew there were bodyguards waiting outside the door. Even if he wanted to run, it wouldn't be easy.

"Do you drink?" Although it was in the form of a question, Cole Whitmore had already poured a glass of wine and passed it over. His high-handedness was undeniable, "This kind of wine is not strong; it should be suitable for you."

He licked his lips, took the glass, but remained vigilant, not drinking.

Cole Whitmore couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. He was really like a clever little cat, fully defensive at the slightest mistake.

"Relax, nobody has spiked the wine." Saying this, Cole Whitmore finishes his own glass, a disdainful smile on his face, "And also, I'm not interested in men."

Despite the rumors that Cole Whitmore was gay and had a thing for young, good-looking men, and even though the bar manager had thoughtfully sent over a few handsome "male escorts" for his selection, he was straight, that was beyond a doubt.

He merely had a difficult-to-explain hobby.

Upon hearing this, the tension in the young man's heart finally eased. Although he didn't understand why this man had such an unusual preference, he probably wouldn't act indecently towards him.

After a moment's pause, he lifted his glass of wine, tilted his head back and drank it all. Perhaps as long as he didn't anger Cole Whitmore, he would be able to walk away unscathed.

Looking at his profile as he drank, Cole Whitmore couldn't help but squint his eyes.

His eyelashes were long, and they curled up, trembling slightly, much like butterfly wings. His skin up close was even more delicate and translucent, without any flaws. Below his short hair were his small, well-rounded earlobes. And there was also the faint fragrance that lingered around him, no different from that of a woman's.

He was a man, yet his beauty was heart-stopping, to the point that even Cole Whitmore found it hard to look away. One could hardly imagine, if he were a woman, how devastatingly beautiful he would be, a sight for the gods.

Just as he was thinking this, Cole Whitmore saw him tilt his head back to drink, revealing a slender and fair neck. Even the skin there was fair and translucent, as beautiful as a swan's, and moreover...

There was no Adam's apple!