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Mantis Tower, Metro City

The night felt like a slow, torturous crawl for Scott.

He stood still, barely moving.

His expression was as empty as his heart.

Even as the grand hall sparkled with golden chandeliers and the clinking of champagne glasses, he remained unmoved, as though he were nothing more than a statue lost in time.

Speeches were made, announcements delivered—things that, on any other day, he might have cared about.

But tonight? They all blurred into white noise.

In her usual persistence, Bella tried to pull him out of whatever abyss he had fallen into.

『He seems dull now… hmph! As if any man could resist my infectious smile and devilish charms!』

She waved a drink in front of him, brushing the rim against his lips in an attempt to make him sip.

Nothing.

She tried offering him one of the elegantly plated hors d'oeuvres, even going as far as to bring it right to his mouth like one would for a child.

He didn't react.

Either he ignored her completely or just stared blankly ahead, completely unaware of her presence.

And maybe she could have handled that. Maybe. But what annoyed her the most were the times when she did manage to get his attention, only for him to mindlessly chew on the food she gave him, like some dull, soulless puppet.

She let out an irritated sigh as her patience wore thin.

"Ugh. Can't he just eat all the damn scrumptious things I'm giving him?"

She muttered under her breath, crossing her arms.

Her expression crumpled with annoyance, too caught up in her own irritation to realize just how heavy Scott's heart was at the moment. She glanced around the room, eyeing the men in expensive suits who, at this very moment, would probably kill for the chance to have her feeding them.

She never liked being anyone's second choice, and that's how it had always been—even from birth.

She was her father's only child and sole heiress to his massive fortune. She was Hollywood's hottest celebrity, the woman every young man of the present generation had a crush on, and that hadn't changed in years.

But in just the last few hours with Scott, she had never felt more unwanted.

『How can this guy… th-, this… nobody make me feel like I'm some desperate, weak woman…』

For the first time in her life, she felt like an afterthought.

That realization cut deeper than any blade.

"There are richer men in this gala who'd give anything to be in your position!"

She scoffed, then rolled her eyes.

"And here you are, acting like you're too good for it."

Scott didn't look at her.

Didn't flinch. Didn't even acknowledge her words.

His tired, dead eyes just kept staring forward, his face drained of life, like a man who had just witnessed something horrifying—like a truck full of kids crashing and burning right in front of him, and all he could do was stand there, helpless.

Bella clenched her fists.

That was it. She had had enough.

She shot up from her seat as her expression hardened.

"You know what? I don't fuckin' care for this nonsense you're pulling."

She sounded so irritated and done.

Next, she grabbed her purse.

"I'm too precious, too important, and way too rich to be wasting my time on you."

With that, she turned on her heels.

Her sharp stilettos clicked against the marble floor as she stormed off.

Yet, even then—nothing.

Scott didn't move.

… Sigh~

Didn't react. Didn't even glance her way.

When Bella reached the exit of the hall, she turned back just once, hoping—expecting—to see his gaze following her, to see some kind of regret in his eyes.

Nothing.

It stung.

Her grip on her purse tightened, and she let out a scoff.

"So he's really just gonna act like I don't matter, huh?"

Her voice was bitter as her lips curled into a scowl.

"What kind of stupid tactic is this—?!"

She shook her head, pushing the thought away.

"Fine. Whatever."

She stormed off as her irritation fueled every angry step.

Meanwhile, Scott remained still.

His eyes falling to his hand—the same hand that had grabbed Zoe's breast earlier that night.

A bitter taste filled his mouth.

『How could I screw up this badly?』

His fingers curled into a tight fist as his heart sank deeper into his chest.

『I just wanted to make her stop suspecting me of being Nightwatch… I thought if I acted like a piece of scum, she'd instantly realize I could never be him… But I was wrong. Yeah, damn wrong.』

His jaw clenched.

The exhaustion on his face deepened.

『I'm always thinking about how to protect Nightwatch's identity… and now I've sacrificed the good image of Scott McQueen to do it.』

His fists trembled.

『But that's not the kind of man I am… never. I don't harass women. I'm not scum. Just because Nightwatch is a good person that's loved by many doesn't mean Scott McQueen has to be any friggin' different…』

His shoulders slumped as his head lowered in shame.

"When am I gonna realize that…?"

He muttered under his breath.

But, no one could really hear or feel how much pain he was in at such a lively gala.

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Vixen's Hotel Room – Midnight

Vixen paced back and forth like a panicked cat as her fluffy tail swishing anxiously behind her.

The soft glow of city lights filtered through the hotel window, but she barely noticed it.

Her mind was elsewhere.

Her sharp nails absentmindedly tapped against her arms as she crossed them, her bare feet pressing against the plush carpet as she kept moving.

Then, suddenly, she froze.

One of her hands instinctively reached up, grabbing her fox ears as she let out a frustrated groan.

"Ughhh… What do I even say to that message?"

She muttered under her breath as her tender voice carried a hint of exasperation.

Her golden eyes flickered toward her phone, still resting on the bedside table like some cursed artifact she wasn't sure if she should touch.

『How the hell does that guy just send a message like that and expect everything to be okay afterward?』

She huffed as her tail flicked irritably.

But then… her expression faltered.

Her brows knitted together, and she placed a hand over her chest, feeling the way her heart was suddenly beating a little too fast.

"… Why do I feel so flustered about this?"

She whispered as her ears twitched.

This wasn't like her.

She was Vixen.

The woman who had mastered the art of toying with men, of dodging flirtations and countering perverted comments with a smirk and a well-timed remark. She had been complimented in ways both sweet and shameless more times than she could count.

『So why…』

Why was this different?

Her face soured slightly.

Her tail curled up next to her and bristled a little as she fell back onto the bed. Her slender arms spread out across the mattress as she stared blankly at the ceiling.

"… This sucks!"

She whined, almost like a little girl.

All of a sudden, she felt like some desperate teenage girl experiencing her first crush.

And, God, she hated it.

"… I bet that son of a bitch is hiding somewhere, snickering like a devil right now."

She clicked her tongue in annoyance.

With a deep sigh, she grabbed her phone and brought it close to her face.

And there it was.

The cursed message.

[Scott: Hey there, beautiful ❤️]

Her heart skipped a beat.

Before she could even stop herself, her fingers clenched around the device, and she instinctively pressed it against her breasts and squeezed her eyes shut.

『Ahhhhhhh!』

Her heart stung—like it was being bathed in shards of glass.

『What the hell is this feeling──?!』

She groaned, pressing her face against the pillow before rolling onto her side.

"… What do I even reply to this?"

She blinked a few times, her ears twitching again.

"… Threadit doesn't have an answer for this kind of situation, does it?"

With an exasperated sigh, she sat up, running a hand through her silky silver hair.

Fine. Maybe she'd just wing it.
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Just as she was about to stand up and grab her laptop—

… BZZZT! BZZZT!

Her phone started blaring.

Vixen let out an honest-to-god yelp.

Her body launched off the bed in a high backflip and her tail fluffed up like an alarmed cat. She landed crouched on the floor, her claws digging into the plush carpet, her ears perked straight up, and her fangs bared defensively—

Only to realize…

It was just her phone.

"… Fffff—"

She exhaled, forcing herself to calm down.

She grabbed the device, flipping it over to check the screen.

It wasn't a call.

It was just her alarm.

And the title of the alarm?

[Night Patrol with Scott McQueen]

Vixen's entire body froze.

Her cheeks flushed a faint shade of red.

"… Wh-, Why the hell did I even set this?!"

She muttered under her breath, then gripped her phone a little tighter.

Shaking her head furiously, she tried—and failed—to push the thoughts out of her mind.

『Ugh. Whatever.』

She needed to send him a message.

But what?

She stared at her phone for a few long seconds before groaning.

"… Kill me alreadyyyyyy…"

Her face squeezed like a wrinkled sheet of paper.

"This is so damn hard."

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Back at the Gala – Scott's Perspective

Scott was still seated in the same chair, the same dull, lifeless expression on his face.

The gala continued around him—laughter, conversations, the occasional pop of a champagne bottle—but none of it registered.

Then, suddenly—

BEEP.

His phone vibrated in his pocket.

Scott blinked once. Slowly.

He reached for his phone.

A text from Vixen.

[Vixen: Hey. You ready to go? I'm about to change into my suit. But that doesn't mean I'm naked currently or anything—like, obviously. It's not like I'd go on patrol naked with a guy I've barely known for a day. Uh—You know what? Forget I even said all that. Anyway. Where do we meet?]

Scott lifted an eyebrow.

And then—

BEEP.

Another message.

[Vixen: I… don't know why I sent that last text. I could've just deleted it and said something normal.]

Then—

BEEP.

One last message.

[Vixen: I'll shut up now.]

Scott stared at the screen for a long moment.

Then… he sighed.

At least someone in this damn city was more of a mess than he was tonight.

･･･

Butler Morgan had seen many things in his long years of service.

From million-dollar deals being settled over a glass of wine to rival heirs exchanging venomous smiles while plotting each other's downfall.

But the sight of Bella stomping toward him like a general ready to tear into an enemy's defenses?

That… was something new.

His amused smile—one he had been wearing as he nibbled on the last of his biscuits—faded almost instantly.

Even his chewing slowed──it was the equivalent of a

"Hmm…"

He mused, brushing the crumbs off his white gloves.

"It seems things didn't go well… with him."

Bella stopped right in front of him, arms planted on her waist as her fiery gaze practically burned a hole through his face.

She huffed, chest rising and falling in frustration.

"That's the thing!"

She snapped.

"Before now, everything was fine! We were talking, we were throwing little fun jabs at each other, y'know, like normal people! But then I went to take a piss, and when I got back—"

"Shh! Language, young lady."

Morgan cut in, raising a brow at her.

Bella scowled as annoyance flashed in her eyes. But after a deep breath, she rolled her shoulders and begrudgingly nodded.

"Ugh, alright…"

She grumbled with so much pent up frustration.

"After I went to… ease myself in the restroom, I got back, and suddenly, he's acting weird. I mean, really weird. Like, what the hell happened in that short amount of time? It makes no freaking sense!"

Morgan narrowed his eyes, stroking his gray-haired chin as he considered her words.

"Hrmm… you have a point… I've been watching you two this whole time, and the way he's barely looking at you, barely speaking… it is strange."

Bella scoffed, flipping her hair over her shoulder.

"Hmph! Well, that's his loss. I'm never speaking to him again! I'm done with that mood-swinging loser. If he's got a problem with me, then he should just say it instead of acting like a little—"

Morgan's sharp gaze cut her off before she could finish that sentence.

Her lips pursed.

"… Tch!" she huffed, looking away.

A knowing smile tugged at Morgan's lips.

"My dear Bella…"

The words came out as smooth as butter

"You can try to fool me all you want, but I see it in your eyes. You're still very much taken by this Scott."

Bella's entire face flared red.

"Wh—Sh—!"

She folded her arms tightly under her chest, averting her gaze like a child caught stealing from a cookie jar.

"I—I never said that! And I sure as hell don't feel that way! Not even in the slightest! Tch!"

Morgan chuckled.

With the gentleness of a father, he placed a hand on her shoulder to give her two small pats.

"Look… you don't have to act out just because you don't like the fact that he's treating you as less of a priority right now. He might be going through something you know nothing about."

Bella's lips pressed together.

She rolled her eyes, exhaling through her nose.

"… Alright then…" she mumbled. "I'll talk to him."

Morgan's smile deepened.

He dabbed the tip of her nose with his gloved index finger.

"And I'll do you a favor and check the security cameras to see if anything happened that may have changed his mood. Sound good?"

Bella nodded, watching as Morgan turned and walked off.

Once he was gone, she inhaled sharply, puffed out her chest, and squared her shoulders.

She held up her fists like a boxer getting ready for a fight.

"Okay…"

She muttered to herself.

"I'm just gonna walk up to that dickhead and ask why the hell he's acting like an ass all of a sudden. Simple."

With a determined nod, she turned on her heels and strode toward Scott—

Only to stop dead in her tracks.

Scott had just stood up from his chair.

His expression was grim, his posture stiff.

Without sparing anyone a glance, he turned and walked away, his footsteps slow but heavy, like a man carrying the weight of a hundred burdens.

Bella just stood there, stunned.

Her hands, once balled into determined fists, slowly lowered to her sides.

Her lips parted slightly as she whispered, almost in shock—

"… Did he just… leave me?"