Stick to the plan

People were absolutely captivated when Malayika appeared in the Flower Portal, but the arrival of the ColdGuard in Manhwa character mode took things to a whole new level. There was an undeniable magnetism in the air, a tantalizing mystery, and a wild and bewitching energy that was equally alluring and sensual. 

It's like the magnetic pull of the opposite, like how girls are drawn to bad boys and then say they're inconsiderate, that they're womanizers, even though the bad boys weren't the ones who courted them. 

They woo the boys, using every means possible, both subtle and overt, with the intention of catching them in their net. They hope to be the one to change that bad boy for the better, even though that's what attracts them to him in the first place: the bad boy aspect.

The crowd, mesmerized, had forgotten all about the bride's gate inconvenient, and Malayika's charms. They stood up, one by one, to get a better view of the show, too excited to sit still. Each was acting like a flea for a very different reason. 

When Kwanley stepped through the portal, the air crackled with anticipation. A new energy surged through the crowd, and they were caught up in a thrilling race of wills, something in the clearing manifested itself, a need to possess instead of protect, a need to tame instead of befriend, he for his part was indifferent to their thoughts and desires. 

Kwanley's olive green eyes flashed with a golden glow due to the sunset reflection on his face, and he scanned the crowd with a fierce intensity. He looked like a predator ready to pounce on his prey, and the crowd was mesmerized. 

Anyone outside the crowd could hear the crowd take in a mouthful of air before holding their breath in unison, as if they had trained for this very moment.Cerady turned to them with a look of disdain, glaring at them as if they were less than nothing.She couldn't understand why they reacted this way.

Her son is also a sight to behold, why the dramatic act? Her anger flared, and without hesitation, she dug her nails into Malayika's arm once more. He, as if expecting this reaction from his mother, clenched his teeth discreetly to prevent any sound from escaping his lips. 

His skin was far too fragile after all the torture it had endured before the ColdGuards arrived, and he didn't trust himself to endure the same treatment, doubly intense in the same place, without screaming a bit. He prepared himself to await his punishment.

He pressed his feet to the ground as if to plant himself in it, feeling as if his mother might remove a piece of his skin by the time the ColdGuards could finish their orchestration. 

He didn't even have to look at her to know that she was smiling like a sweetheart, as if enjoying the show the ColdGuards were putting on for them.He had never met anyone like his mother, a goody two-shoes and a two-faced person.Isn't it hard and tiring to be like that all day long?

"That's the kind of reaction you should have to people, not acting like a damsel in distress and rolling your hips like a slut in the sewer." She grumbled through clenched teeth, flashing a beautiful smile for those who still cast a few glances at her from time to time, as if comparing Malayika and Kwanley, which irritated Cerady even more. 

Malayika remained stoic, focusing on maintaining a brave front in the face of his mother's jabs and torment.The Coldguard's second son followed Kwanley's lead, his attire not as austere as the groom's but rather glamorous, and quite stunning. 

Despite the lightness and sensuality of their attire, they exude a manly aura that outshines the dads and businessmen in the gathering, not to mention Malayika. With his striking red-rimmed eyes, slender neck, and petal-pink lips, he resembles a delicate flower being bullied by his peers.

Their suits are opulent, their shirts are revealing, and their moccasins are a rainbow of vibrant colors and intricate stone patterns.They look like characters from a fantasy world, a perfect blend of masculinity and sex appeal. They exude an effortless charm and confidence that's captivating.

They're the epitome of cool, exuding the same energy that has made them legendary. Their hair is a symbol of their pride, and they're not even thinking about cutting it — it's in perfect condition! Their hair shines like gold in the sunset, showing off its natural chestnut and ebony color. 

Kwanley's style is unmistakable: a vibrant turquoise suit with an exquisitely patterned golden jacket, Italian pants, a nude see-through shirt, and moccasins that match the jacket's pattern.

His straight hair is elegantly tied into a bun, two strands framing his face, and his full lips are teased by the stands with every tilt of his head or when the wind blows them.

Tekori followed, looking just as striking as his big brother. Half of his hair was tied in a bun, and the rest of it flowed in silky, light curls behind him, caressed by the gentle breeze that graced them in the garden.

Each one exuded a unique charm and energy, setting them apart from each other. Yet, they both shared that same irresistible bad-boy vibe, a magnetism that seemed to be etched into their very being. 

He's decked out in a suit that's just as eye-catching as his brother's, a different shade of blue that's as vibrant as a clear blue sky, with patterns, flowers, and red loafers that are as luxurious as his jacket.

At Tash's entrance, people can't help but wonder if they'll be able to stand long enough to reach the bride, feeling a weakness in their knees with each new appearance, and yet the main course, the father, is still not served. 

The father's appearance will probably shock them even more than his sons, because he's much more mature.As they say about wines, they get better with age, and well, that's the case with Pékon Xander ColdGuard. 

He's like a fine wine, the older he gets, the more delicious and juicier he becomes.He doesn't depreciate, he increases in value with age, and his assets and wealth follow the same trajectory.

Tash's braids, meticulously crafted by his hairdresser, are a clear reflection of his distinct style. He stands out from his two older brothers, who sport simple hairstyles, with braids that exude sophistication. 

When his barber suggested adding accessories to his braids, he eagerly accepted. He's confident in his potential and uniqueness, and he's not afraid to show it! 

Two braids fell over his fine face, set with sparkling stones and other jewels, and the others were pulled back into a ponytail.They didn't intend to shade their sister on her wedding day; they are eccentric in their dress and not afraid of it.That's the way it's always been with them. 

If anyone wonders why they all wear their hair so long, it's to put up with their sister, who can't get a minute's rest when she's at home, so much so that their mother reminds her what a savage she looks like because of that big mass of curly hair.

Even Kwanley and Tash sometimes curl their hair to look more like their little sister, not to annoy their mother, but to protect their only sister.

As they've matured and gained a deeper understanding of life, they've redoubled their efforts to ensure their Kelsey's safety and well-being.

Tash's aquamarine suit, paired with a nude white shirt that beautifully highlights his muscles, and sophisticated black loafers, all contribute to his striking appearance. With each step he takes to position himself behind Tekori, who has positioned himself to Kwanley's right, his hair flutters behind him in an enchanted whisper. 

The best part is that no one dared tell them that they look like a wimp, a cheap whore, or whatever they want to call them.