Azura's eyes swept over the seven men like a veteran art critic assessing a gallery of questionable paintings.
Four male leads. Three extras. She needed to identify them, categorize them, and mentally file them away before her brain short-circuited from the sheer concentration of alpha energy in one lobby.
Let's see.
Green hair guy? Handsome, sure. But his hair color made him look like a decorative fern that had been left in the sun too long. If he stood still for five more seconds, she was half-convinced a hotel employee would try to water him. Eliminated.
Brown hair guy? Gentle face. Soft eyes. Motherly energy radiating off him like a warm blanket fresh out of the dryer. He literally reached over and adjusted the collar of the guy next to him. Adjusted. His. Collar. That wasn't the energy of a harem male lead—that was the energy of a supportive boyfriend in a heartwarming BL novel who would bake cookies and say "you work too hard, honey." Eliminated with prejudice.
