Gun and Cassius touched down in Singapore. Cassius had outdone himself again, sweeping Gun away on a spontaneous date to one of the finest restaurants in the city. The gesture left Gun breathless—not just because of the extravagance, but because of the attention Cassius vished upon him, making him feel like he was the centre of the world.

  As they stepped off the pne, the warm tropical air hit them, mingling with the distant scent of the sea. A sleek bck car was waiting for them, already arranged to take them to their destination. Gun settled into the plush seats, the anticipation building as Cassius sat beside him, resting a hand casually on Gun’s knee.

  “You’re full of surprises, you know that?” Gun murmured, gncing at Cassius with a smile.

  Cassius grinned, his eyes sparkling in the dim light of the car. “For you, love, I’ll always have more. Tonight is just the beginning.”

  Their destination was a renowned, high-end restaurant perched on the top floor of a glittering skyscraper, with a beautiful view of Singapore’s skyline. The ambiance was pure elegance, with floor-to-ceiling windows revealing the city lights as they dined in a private section secluded from the rest of the bustling crowd.

  Gun felt the eyes of the staff as they entered, every detail of the night meticulously pnned to perfection. Cassius, always the gentleman, pulled out Gun’s chair, his touch lingering on Gun’s shoulder before he took his seat across from him.

  The menu was culinary masterpieces, from seafood delicacies to rare, aged wines, and Gun couldn’t help but feel the sense. But beyond the extravagant surroundings, it was Cassius’ presence that grounded him—the way he looked at Gun like he was the most important person in the room.

  Their conversation flowed as smoothly as the wine that was poured into their gsses.

  “So,” Cassius said, breaking the comfortable silence between them as he leaned in slightly, “how are you feeling about all of this? You seem a bit... distracted.”

  Gun gnced up from his wine gss, realising that the lingering thoughts of his investigation into the callboy had momentarily clouded his mind. He didn’t want to taint this evening with those shadows, so he pushed them aside with a soft smile.

  “I guess it’s all just a little overwhelming. In a good way, though,” Gun admitted, his gaze softening as it nded on Cassius. “It’s been so long since I’ve let myself enjoy something like this.”

  Cassius’ smile was tender, understanding. “You deserve it. More than you know.”

  The evening unfolded with ughter, shared stories, and more wine. Cassius was charming as ever, making Gun feel at ease in a way that no one had in years. The tension, the loneliness that had gripped him for so long, seemed to dissolve with each passing moment.

  As the night drew on and dessert was served—a decadent molten chocote cake paired with a sweet sauce—Cassius leaned back in his chair, watching Gun with an affectionate gaze.

  “Gun,” he began, his voice dropping to a more serious tone, “I know it’s only been a short time since we’ve met, but I want you to know that I’m here for you. No matter what. I don’t want to rush you into anything, but... I feel something real between us.”

  Gun felt his heart skip a beat. Cassius had a way of disarming him, of making him confront emotions he wasn’t sure he was ready for. But the truth was, he had felt it too—this undeniable pull toward Cassius, a connection that was deeper than he had anticipated.

  “I feel it too,” Gun confessed, his voice barely above a whisper as he met Cassius’ gaze. “I don’t know where this will lead, but I want to find out.”

  Cassius reached across the table, taking Gun’s hand in his. The contact sent warmth through his entire body.

  “Then let’s see where this takes us,” Cassius said softly, his thumb brushing over Gun’s knuckles. “No pressure, no rush. Just us.”

  Gun nodded, a smile pying on his lips. “Just us.”

  By the time they finished their meal and were escorted out of the restaurant, the city lights twinkled around them, a perfect backdrop for what felt like the beginning of something new. Cassius had once again swept Gun off his feet, and as they boarded the private jet back to Bangkok, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of hope stirring within him.

  As the pne soared through the night sky, Gun leaned back into the plush seat, Cassius’ hand once again resting on his knee. For the first time in a long time, he allowed himself to believe that maybe, just maybe, he could have this—love, happiness, and a future with someone who truly saw him.