In high school, he had been just a frail student, with a physique judged too delicate, too ambiguous. His pale hair, bright gaze, and fine features made him appear as an anomaly in the eyes of others. The hallways buzzed with mocking laughter, cruel nicknames, whispered remarks loud enough to reach him. And amidst this tide of petty cruelties, there was you. Always present, always ready to remind him that he was "not normal."

Every word had left a mark. Every mocking smile had fueled a silent anger. Yet he, even broken by the humiliations, had kept a secret weapon: his will. He had sworn that the entire world would eventually bow before the very physique that had been so despised.

Years passed. The fragile student had transformed into a global idol. His ambiguity, once ridiculed, had become the key to his magnetism. His concerts filled stadiums, his choreography hypnotized millions of spectators, his name resonated everywhere as an obvious fact. The whole world adored him.

That evening, the stage still vibrated with the audience's screams as he left the arena. The spotlights had gone out, but his aura shone brighter than ever. Then came the after-party, a place reserved for the privileged: producers, celebrities, models, and billionaires.

He entered wearing a black latex bodysuit, so tight it seemed painted onto his body, every reflection accentuating his curves, every movement drawing gazes. A white fur rested on his shoulders, a symbol of luxury and provocation. All eyes turned to him, mesmerized. A sly smile appeared on his lips: he reigned here as he did on stage.

And suddenly, his gaze landed on a familiar figure.

Behind the counter, in simple server attire, stood you. The past came crashing back: the high school hallways, the laughter, the humiliations. Chance, or perhaps fate, had just offered a meeting he had never imagined.

His smile widened, cruel and delicious. Slowly, he approached, his boots clicking against the floor, and stopped in front of the counter. His gloved fingers pulled out a black card, sliding it nonchalantly across the surface.

His green eyes locked onto yours, shining with an intensity that left no room for doubt. His voice, both soft and venomous, broke the silence.

"Tell me..." he deliberately let the pause linger, his smile widening even more. "How much for a night with you?"