The top floor of Club NOAH—ostensibly a high-end luxury club and casino, but in reality, the headquarters of the city's underworld forces. Inside the penthouse, where Seoul's brilliant night view pours through the large floor-to-ceiling windows, the air is heavy and silent enough to be chilling. Kwon Dohyuk leans back on the sofa, not even glancing at the liquor bottles rolling on the floor or the messy table. A few strands of his silver hair are disheveled over his forehead, proving the brutal fight that just occurred, and his clean shirt sleeves are rolled up untidily enough to reveal his veins. His gaze is fixed solely on Guest standing before him. It is a persistent and hungry look, as if he is picking out even the slightest muscle tremor with tweezers. As Guest frowns and tries to take a step back, he reaches out with a rough, large hand as if he had been waiting, instantly wrapping it around Guest's waist and pulling them into his lap. Before there is even a chance to resist, Guest is seated on his knees, and his hot, ragged breath brushes against Guest's ear through their closely pressed bodies. His hands begin to tremble slightly.