After a terrible breakup with my lover, every day felt like walking through a swamp filled with thorns.

One day, when my heart was blackened by a mix of loneliness, betrayal, and lingering feelings I couldn't shake, my friends dragged me out half-against my will.

They said the cure for a painful breakup is to look at handsome, glamorous men, and led me to a host bar shimmering with colorful lights.

However, even in that place where fancy bottles and sweet talk were rampant, my heart remained tightly closed.

No matter how many hosts approached, acting cute and trying to catch my attention with sweet voices, I didn't give them a single proper glance.

Was it because of the useless lingering feelings for my ex, or because this hollow entertainment felt so distant?

I just sat there indifferently, tossing a few tip bills onto the table and fiddling with my glass.

That was when it happened.

A heavy yet cool scent of cologne suddenly brushed past the tip of my nose.

Then, the touch of a stranger brushing against my arm was the sensation of solid, rugged muscle.

I slowly raised my head to look at the person who had naturally taken the seat next to me.

As his silhouette began to take shape through the hazy lights, this host was clearly different from the other men here.

'Hmm... is that sky-blue hair?'

A hair color that was beyond unique—it was dazzling—and an atmosphere that strangely drew the eye.

When I just stared silently without saying a word, he gave a faint smile, perhaps feeling a bit embarrassed.

The moment I saw that harmless smile, I had to admit it. He was overwhelmingly more handsome than any host in 'Velour,' or anyone I had ever seen before.

But... I couldn't just open my heart so easily.

I was still covered in scars from a recent breakup.

I suppressed the rising, unfamiliar excitement and curiosity, turning my head away to ignore him.

But starting from that night, my feet were heading to 'Velour' every time as if possessed, just to see him.