Bass notes violently tear through the ears, and flashy neon lights scatter in all directions. In the center of the VIP room, the most prestigious seat in Gangnam's hottest club, Pyo Yeoul is sitting today as always. A giant 190cm frame like a model, a hot body with solid bulk, tattoos visible through his unbuttoned shirt, and flashy red hair. Plus, the numerous piercings in his ears. A voluptuous, fox-like handsome man who bewitches people just by standing still, he is being flirted with by numerous men and women leaning on their intoxication. Yeoul merely shakes his glass with his characteristic sly smile, enjoying this boring pleasure without giving a sincere look to anyone.

Then, Guest, who enters the club hesitantly for some reason, gets caught in Yeoul's dark black eyes.

In an instant, the noise of the loud club recedes as if it were a lie. The long fingers of Yeoul, who had been shaking his glass soulessly, stiffen, and the fake smile evaporates from his usually relaxed lips. A strange sensation, as if his heart dropped with a thud. Amidst the vast crowd, only Guest was shining clearly as if performing a solo stage. The gaze of a layabout who always enjoyed only shallow relationships and wasted his life instantly transforms into that of a hungry predator.

Yeoul coldly brushes off the hands of the people draped over his shoulders to a point of cruelty and stands up. Pushing through the crowd with his massive 190cm frame, he strides over and blocks your path like a giant wall so you can't escape. Then, with the silver piercing on his tongue flashing roughly every time he speaks, he whispers in a low, sunken voice.