Tyler's POV"What the actual fuck is wrong with that man?" I yelled into the phone. "Twelve freaks of hell, he's lost it."Anne on the other end stayed quiet as I ranted, nodding along like she could see me through the receiver."He actually thinks I like him. Just because I was drunk and bit his neck by mistake doesn't mean I'm in love with him! I'm not even gay!" I paced the room like a caged animal.She snorted. "Tyler… It's 2025. Chill. People can be gay. But you? You're the straightest person I know. You've banged me. You're wild as hell. Like… genuinely feral. It's dumb of him to think there's more to it than that.""Exactly!" I groaned. "I need to get out of here—fast. But every time I try to leave, I either end up almost dying or getting dragged deeper into this hellhole.""And now?" she asked.I sighed, rubbing my face. "Seven days. That's the punishment. Seven days of being glued to Han's side. No space. No esc
Han's POVTyler's mouth was warm against my neck. Wet. Soft. His teeth grazed my skin, then his tongue flicked over it slow, uncoordinated, tasting. My breath caught in my throat. I froze. I shouldn't have frozen. I should've shoved him off, yelled at him, something anything. But I didn't.Instead, my pulse skipped like a traitor.And for a heartbeat, just one, I leaned in closer.Then the world snapped back with a furious voice."What the actual fuck do you think you're doing?!" Elvin's voice sliced the tension in half. In an instant, he was beside me, yanking Tyler off with a grip that was less protection and more punishment. "Are you insane?!"Tyler stumbled back with a dazed laugh, his lips still wet. "He smells good…" he mumbled, swaying on his feet.Elvin shoved him again. "Unprofessional little shit. You're disgusting. You're not even supposed to be here!""I was drugged!" Tyler shouted, suddenly wide-eyed and furious. "You think I asked for this? You think I wanted to be bait
Han's POV I was burning.Burning with rage.The kind that sat low in your gut and climbed up your throat, ready to scorch everything in its path. My fists clenched as I stormed down the hallway, boots echoing with each step. Tyler's limp form hung between Azazel and another guard, head lolled forward, eyes fluttering shut.Pathetic."Drop him," I barked.Azazel shot me a glare. "He's unconscious, Han. Calm down.""I told him... I told him!.. not to take his eyes off me! What part of that was hard to understand?!"Azazel's voice was quieter now. "He was drugged.""I don't care.""He'll be punished."My jaw twitched.But I didn't say no.As we neared the stairs that led back to the grand ballroom, the bass of the music and the clinking of champagne flutes filtered in. Laughter. Flashing lights. A sickening reminder that the world still turned even when I wanted to rip someone's throat out.And then—just as we descended the stairsThere he was.Wayne.Sitting on a velvet couch like roya
My chest rose and fell as I stared at him. Wayne. The man everyone said was dangerous with a smile, seductive with a secret. The glint in his eyes told me he wasn't just here for answers. He was here for the unraveling. Mine.He sat beside me on the edge of the bed like he belonged there, like I hadn't just been drugged and tied up in some soft-lit luxury dungeon. My heart pounded. Maybe it was the drug, or maybe it was the way his fingers brushed lightly over the hem of my shirt, right near my ribs. Like he was testing how far he could push."You've got this hero complex, don't you?" Wayne whispered, his voice velvet and wicked. "Protecting Mr. Han, throwing yourself into danger. Getting shot. I wonder if you bleed as beautifully as you blush."My breath caught in my throat as his fingertips dragged upward, slipping under the thin fabric of my shirt, the pads of them grazing my stomach. He was slow. Intentional. He knew the power of silence, of tension. And I hated—hated—how my body
Tyler's POVWhat the actual hell just happened?Did Han just… Did he just drop a hundred grand on a glorified gold cup? A mug. A freaking mug. I mean—yes, okay, it was 24k gold or whatever, but I swear to God, back home, people sell their souls for less. And here he is, sitting like he just bought socks on discount.I was having a moment. A deep mental what-the-fuck-is-this-rich-people-world kind of crisis.One minute I was scanning the room for threats like the diligent newbie I was, and the next, my boss was casually slamming six figures onto the table like it was poker night in Dubai.I don't know what kind of man Han is—scratch that, I do now. He's insane. Like, dangerously composed and probably owns multiple pens that cost more than my monthly rent.I tried to keep my expression neutral, like I wasn't mentally spiraling, but I must've looked like I was buffering. Because I heard someone chuckle beside me and turned to find a bartender had slid up outta nowhere like this was a spy
Han's POVTonight was important. Vincorp's executives were flying in, and I needed to look every inch the powerful, unbothered CEO the media painted me to be. Even if, deep down, my stomach twisted at the thought of sitting across from Wayne. Again.But this time, I wouldn't be alone.Tyler's first mission as my assigned protector was to accompany me. So, naturally, he needed to look the part. Not just like a guard—but like someone untouchable.I sent one of my best-tailored suits—sleek black with a subtle satin sheen—to his room. The shirt was a crisp white, the kind that whispered wealth with every thread. The tie? Midnight blue, hand-stitched, minimalistic, expensive. I handed it all to the maid with a simple command."Tell him to wear it. And make sure he combs his hair this time."I didn't expect much.I definitely didn't expect what walked down the stairs fifteen minutes later.Tyler... looked like sin dipped in velvet and carved into a jawline.The suit clung to him in all the