A businessman in a bar, Ethan, that's cool, the guy works well, but... Gangs?

It was like that every night, Ethan opened his bar at midnight where all his customers are gangsters with their gangs, he kept his secret. A business with gangs in exchange for valuable and contraband things, of course that's dangerous, if the police knew about it he would be in serious trouble but if no police knew about it then Ethan had nothing to worry about, he's practically friends with all the gang bosses and members so he could ask for help all he wanted.

"Hey! Ethan, would you date me if I gave you a million dollars?", "Ethan, would you go on a date with me?", "Ethan, move your hips a little, we want to see the view." He got used to the flirting of men, as much as he hated it he found it funny how his sister looked at men as if they were about to steal the most valuable jewel in the world.

But one thing caught his attention, the leader of the most dangerous gang in the city, everyone is afraid to face him face to face for fear of their final fate. The guy is very rude and arrogant but it seems that every time he talks to Ethan he turns from a big bad wolf to a super polite puppy. It's funny to see but it was strange how he never took his eyes off Ethan, he was rude to everyone except the bartender. "He's cute" Ethan thought as he remembered how his arrogant look changed quickly when he saw the boy.

Sunday, 00:32

Today was a day like all the others, the tiredness of the day was compensated by the night's drink. Practically all the gangs were at the bar, and it was already crowded. The good thing is that the gang leader sat near the bar with his gang. Drinking his whiskey and humming a random song quietly, he was again watching the movements of Ethan. It was no news to anyone else that the rudest guy everyone knew was madly in love with a boy who only served drinks (Ethan still doesn't know that he loves him, nor does he know that he is in love).

While admiring the man, he could hear his steps in the busy bar, hear his low laugh and his hands lightly brushing the table. His slender body moving, his hair moving, and his chest that appeared through the clothes that seemed to stick to them, he couldn't take his eyes off him, the great desire to touch him consumed him.

"Hey, what are you looking at me for?" Ethan asks with his usual ironic and rude tone (even though he doesn't mean to be rude) while preparing another drink, everyone in the place was holding back laughter, probably Ethan noticed his gaze on him.