Kyle headed straight to the men's toilet.

It was empty, save for Edward, who was waiting inside. He had been waiting in the cubicle until the toilet was cleared out before finally texting Kyle.

Once he entered, they started their exchange.

Kyle took off his denim jacket and shoes. Edward took off his sweater, revealing the exact same shirt Kyle was wearing and handed it to Kyle while taking Kyle's jacket. Each of them wore the exchanged item. Edward slipped off his shoes and wore Kyle's shoes and vice versa.

Finally, Edward took off his blond wig and styled his hair like Kyle's.

Kyle took the blond wig and wore it, then turn to study Edward.

He did a few adjustments and nodded his approval. Edward left, not looking back.

Kyle looked at himself in the mirror and fixed himself up so that it looked natural. Taking a cap that Edward had placed on the sink, Kyle put it on and walked out while facing away from the cameras. His first stop?

Edward's room, now his.

He needed to complete his disguise.

✿ Soul Bar ✿

A rather sour-looking man was busy puffing away at his cigar as he looked at the dance floor.

Pathetic.

Full of sweaty, ugly, men and women grinding at each other as they danced to the beat of the music. Not a single person was interesting.

He was surrounded by so-called beauties, trying to get his attention but he was repulsed by them. Well, not completely as they were still useful for him to release some stress but they weren't what he truly wanted.

He wasn't satisfied fully.

He sighed, leaning back on the chair and ignoring the girls trying to get his attention.

Work was a b*tch lately and finding that mole was a huge dent to his 'good mood'. Even getting rid of him wasn't any fun.

Just then, his right-hand man came to him excitedly. He could tell that something was up, and that something was good. Could it be?

"Boss! Boss! You won't believe this!" his man said, barely able to speak properly in his excitement.

The guy frowned and noticing this, the guy didn't waste any time, "Fresh blood! Exactly how you like it!"

At this, the guy's eyebrow went up.

"Look! That's him!!"

As if in slow motion, the guy in question walked in.

Despite the blasting music, the glaring lights and smoky atmosphere, one couldn't deny the impact that person made upon entering. People made way as he walked, as if it was his due. Women stared blatantly at him while some guys were already giving him the goo-goo eyes.

"Get him here," the guy said, his eyes not leaving the young man's figure.

"Got it, Boss! On my way, Boss!!"

"Auw, Randall baby," one of the girls beside him said in a cutesy-voice, "Why get him over? Aren' we enough?"

"Get lost," Randall shot out, glaring at the girl who then literally stumbled back. Without another word, she and her friend ran off, practically tripping over themselves in their bid to escape.

Randall ignored them and turned his attention back to the young man in front.

He was rather angry that he even had to take his eyes off for a minute, as that meant a minute of not being able to admire that magnificence.

The young man was exactly how he liked them.

Young, strikingly handsome, amazingly fit, with this rather dangerous aura around him.

Randall loved power and strength.

He loved subduing that power even more.

He watched as his subordinate, Lou, went over to get the young man to come over. He saw how the young man didn't give him any attention and shook his head. Lou wasn't happy and tried to use force but the young man just grabbed him by the neck and threw him aside.

Randall's smile got wider, and he licked his lips.

Oh, yes.

It was as if that young man was made for him.

Randall got up, seeing that security had started congregating around the young man. From his perspective, his security team would be beaten easily so it's best that he stepped in. After all, he still had a business to run.

Randall walked over and reached them, just as things were about to get heated.

"Boss," croaked Lou who stumbled back.

Randall pushed Lou aside and waved the security people away.

"I'm Randall, the owner of this place," Randall introduced himself, "I'm sorry that my men were rude to you earlier. Come, let me compensate you with the best seat in the house, and a meal. All on the house, of course."

"Mighty generous of you," the young man answered, his voice as smooth as silk which sent shivers down Randall's spine, "What's the catch?"

"No catch," Randall replied, "Just a meal."

"Even after I beat up your man?"

Randall shrugged, "He probably deserved it. I asked him to invite you over, and I suppose he wasn't quite polite about it."

Kyle smiled slowly, then blatantly studied the man in front of him, causing all of his men around him to shiver, "And are you part of the deal? In keeping me company, of course. You see, I'm new in town and don't know anyone yet."

Randall noted how the young man's eyes were full of appreciation as he looked at him unreservedly.

'Oh, ho. Interesting' thought Randall to himself. He tilted his head and gave a dangerous smile as he walked closer.

The young man didn't even flinch and stood his ground as Randall came right up to him and was literally just inches away. They were about the same height, so Randall could see the strikingly blue eyes slowly smoldering.

The same sort of intensity that was reflected in Randall's eyes as he asked a low voice, "New, huh? Name?"

"Dean," Kyle answered, his voice low and slightly husky.

"Dean," Randall said softly, bringing his face closer, his eyes focused on Kyle's lips, "Lovely name."