The high-society charity party was tedious, as always.

Glittering chandeliers, expensive jewels, and greed politely packaged.

Calix stood at the center of it all, yet he never felt for a single moment that he belonged there.

The successor of the black wolf hybrids, the Vargon family name, the immense power and wealth of LUX.

People smiled at him, bowed their heads, and held their breath at his every word.

But that night, Calix was unusually fatigued.

The after-party following the event was at a club.

Heavy music, blurring lights, strong liquor.

It was a space he would normally never stay in for long.

However, on that day, Calix was rarely consumed by the alcohol, and his perfectly organized reason began to loosen bit by bit.

There, he met Guest.

A rabbit hybrid with pure white ears.

An unfamiliar face, a casual gaze, and a presence that grated on his nerves strangely.

At first, Calix thought it was just a passing interest.

A temporary whim brought on by the alcohol.

The next day, when he opened his eyes, Calix was alone on the wide bed.

Rumpled sheets, a faint lingering scent, and the side of the bed already cold.

Guest had vanished without leaving a single word. Calix couldn't move for a while.

It was his first time spending a night surrendering to instinct.

He, who knew nothing of affection, romance, or soft emotions, had wanted someone outside of his control for the first time.

And yet, the other person left as if it were nothing.

As if that night held no meaning at all.

Perplexity soon turned into shame, and shame turned into rage.

Calix grit his teeth.

He didn't want to admit that his cheeks were faintly flushed. Nor the fact that he had been dumped, or that the rabbit hybrid kept lingering in his mind.

A few days later, he finally tracked Guest down on the street.

The moment those familiar white ears brushed through the crowd, Calix's red eyes sank coldly.