Episode 2

The music was playing, making the people at the ball dance and release pheromones. Victor was a little late arriving, his car had given him some trouble.

Victor: You should have checked this shit before we came! You know I hate being late.

Rubens: You're not late. We usually stay in the VIP area, so everyone knows where you are.

Victor: I'll let it slide this time.

Rubens smiles slightly, following Victor to the ballroom entrance. As they entered, Victor smelled the scent of many pheromones, some pleasing to his nose, and others deplorable.

He saw totally sexy women in miniskirts playing little games with him. Victor beckoned, calling a green-eyed blonde who came up to him.

She bit her lip as she said.

Blonde: You look familiar.

Victor: If you come here often, you know who I am.

Victor gives a seductive look as he puts his arm around the blonde's waist.

Blonde: Oh, I remember! You're that guy who always stays in the VIP area, right?

Victor: You're a smart one.

The two exchanged seductive smiles as they walked up to the VIP area.

Victor, from a distance, already realized that someone had dared to invade his seat. He looked at the black-haired guy, frowning, as he came closer and stood in front of him, wanting an explanation.

Wiven: Can you get out of my way? You're blocking my view.

Victor flinched inwardly, feeling a sense of anger at the man in front of him's disrespect.

Victor: I'm in front of you because you're sitting in the wrong place.

Wiven analyzes the man in front of him from top to bottom, silver hair, an expression of anger stamped on his face, a defined body, and the smell of his pheromones.

Wiven: I didn't know it was your place, I didn't see your name written here.

Wiven provokes, and Victor pulls his gun out of his pocket and points it at his forehead.

Victor: Dare say any more shit; my patience is already wearing thin.

The only thing Wiven did was just laugh. As if someone had told a funny joke.

Victor: You really want to get your brains blown out?

Some people around didn't fail to notice the scene.

Arthur took the gun and pointed it at Victor's skull, at the same time that he also had a gun pointed at his chest.

Rubens: You can stop right there.

The four of them kept fierce looks on their faces, Wiven seemed to be the only one amused, since he hadn't even taken his gun out of his pocket yet. He watches the expression of fury on Victor's face as he is confronted.

Wiven: You're pathetic. You think I'll be underestimated by a gun pointed at my skull?

He says ironically.

Victor feels even more provoked by that being in front of him.

Victor: Are you testing me? You think I don't have the guts? Try your luck, you son of a bitch.

Before Victor could make a move, Wiven recoiled, dodging the shot and grabbing Victor's hand with the gun, throwing him to the ground.

Wiven: What did I tell you? You're pathetic!

Rubens, realizing that the place was getting even more crowded, put an end to the situation by lowering his weapon and saying.

Rubens: Victor, let it go. Let's sit somewhere else.

Victor: Are you crazy, man?

Wiven: There's your little friend.

He says mockingly.

After a total show of force, Wiven gets off Victor, who snorts with rage.