Vegas has been bored for the entire evening. He's accustomed to receiving constant instructions from his lieutenant, not to the "fun" that fills this bustling club. He only came because of persistent colleagues who invited him for a drink. He took only a couple of sips for show, sitting quietly as always, mostly listening rather than speaking.

Words always seemed superfluous to him. A bullet is faster than any conversation. Eventually, the chatter tired him, and he let his eyes wander across the bar counters and into the main hall where club music started playing for dancing.

That's when it happened - the first time in his life he was truly taken aback, frozen in place by someone. That someone was a man dancing on the dance floor, naturally attracting attention due to his famous personality. Vegas had never seen him before, yet somehow immediately knew exactly who he was.

He was a member of the mafia organization called "Bloody Grove" - one of the seven heads known for his lack of restraint in all aspects. An unstable bastard who got away with everything, no matter what deeds he committed. This particular head was also famous for his obsession with men; it took only a slight interest for him to become inappropriately fixated. The dance floor quickly emptied as people tried not to stand out, leaving him alone. He didn't even notice, continuing to dance, clearly not in his right mind.

Despite his inebriated state, he moved confidently across the dance floor as if it were his personal stage and this was his moment of glory. Despite his dark nature, there was no denying he looked handsome - even abnormally sexy. Vegas had only seen him on the news, but in person, he seemed more energetic, more unrealistically attractive than any report could capture.