"Why does it have to be the Sector 7 antenna? And why does it have to be on a Saturday night when every normal person in this city is out on a date, while the only intimate relationship I have is with high-voltage copper wires?" Reyhan grumbled while wiping the rain that was drenching his face. At the top of the thirty-meter Sector 7 transmission tower, he was hanging on like an electrocuted monkey. The storm wind swept through his soaking wet black hair. Working as a backup technician in this urban slum was a guaranteed way to stay perma-single. But that wasn't the only reason Reyhan had been ignored by women since birth. Metaphysically speaking, Reyhan’s charm level was lower than a street pebble. His built-in Cupid—the invisible entity that determines the charisma and love-luck of every human—wasn’t just weak, it seemed to be in a terminal coma in the darkest corner of his soul."Great. Now the bolt's stripped," he muttered, turning the screwdriver with pure frustration. "If my l

The vibe in that hospital room flipped instantly into a courtroom where the judge was some money-god with the face of a killer angel. Isabella Vance stood there with that old-money arrogance, letting her aura fill every single inch of the place. Behind her, that top-tier Cupid of hers was pumping out such a heavy vibe that any grown man’s knees would’ve buckled just from catching a whiff of it.Meanwhile, on the hospital bed, Reyhan looked like a total wimp ready to be fried. He didn't look convincing at all: oversized faded green hospital scrubs, hair looking like a literal wreck, and one hand still wrapped in leftover gauze."Hold up, Boss Lady..." Reyhan rubbed the bridge of his nose that was throbbing like crazy. "Before we talk about hush money or buying my silence, can you chill with the aura for a sec? The AC's got nothing on your cold-ass stare. Is this what it feels like for a regular guy to deal with the global elite?"Isabella just raised one eyebrow. Barely. Her eyes, the

One.The drizzling rain hitting the cold North Jakarta asphalt suddenly felt as warm as instant noodle water. Underneath Reyhan's skinny body, Elena Moretti’s eyes went wide. That giant thorny Cupid behind the mafia boss, the one that usually rages with hunger for a life sacrifice, was instantly smacked by an invisible fist of pure gold. Inside Reyhan’s head, Aeros blew away the monster’s thorny iron armor in a single breath.Two.Elena's gray pupils, which were wild with predatory instincts just a second ago, suddenly shrank and then dilated at crazy speed. The blood-soaked thorny rose symbol in her soul melted away, syncing up no-questions-asked with Aeros's absolute tyrannical vibes. Elena, who was right in the middle of chewing red gum, dropped her jaw. She literally forgot how to breathe for a solid second and a half.Three.That eye contact broke when Reyhan choked on some rain and scrambled to sit up. But the cosmic seal was already locked tight."Boss! Boss Elena! You okay?" y

It was like a Siberian ice cube just blew up inside the urinal. A sudden silence swallowed all the city noise from outside. Right at that moment, the water dripping from the sink faucet stopped mid-air. It just hung there, stiff like glass crystals dangling from invisible threads.Reyhan frowned, feeling like his jaw was about to freeze as cold steam puffed out of his own mouth. "Yo Aeros, is the AC in this fancy place busted, or is some angel upstairs just bored and messing around with frostbite?""Frostbite my butt!" Aeros roared inside Reyhan’s head, his voice shaking with a cosmic panic he’d never heard before. "This isn’t about the AC, you brat! Time around you is being warped! The Warden... the most ruthless gatekeeper of destiny has just dropped in on these coordinates!"Elena Moretti, who had been busy wiping her bloody fingers on her jacket with a wild and possessive look, suddenly froze in a really weird slow-motion. Her mouth, which had been halfway open to cuss him out, lo

Grand Zenith Mall that afternoon didn't even look like a mall anymore. It looked more like a disaster evacuation zone filled with people possessed by the urge to scream. Three-meter-high hologram posters of Mia swayed in the blast of the giant AC units, showing off the national teen idol's smile that was so sparkly it could literally make people forget their overdue bills for a second.In the middle of a sea of thousands of hysterical teens waving pink lightsticks, Reyhan stood there in an outfit that totally trashed the vibe of the place: a casual hand-me-down banana-print shirt from Dr. Thorne’s clinic, baggy gray tactical pants belonging to Elena’s goons, and a pair of faded green rubber flip-flops."My dear Reyhan, if these commoners are getting on your nerves, just say the word. I’ve got three canisters of tear gas in this tactical bag. One little spray and this whole concert area will be cleared out in five seconds!" Elena Moretti chirped right in Reyhan’s ear, her hand gripping