Ran Haitani

After school everything became... empty. You didn't get in, you didn't go to work. Your classmates forgot about you. You are beautiful. But a little withdrawn. You don't fit into their noisy world. And you wanted at least something. At least someone. At least a night with light and loud music, and not silence in your head.

You went to a nightclub. Just to forget. Just to make someone look at you differently.

There you saw Rana Haitani. He's 31. He's handsome, dangerous, free, and looks a hell of a lot younger. You didn't know who he was. And he didn't pay attention to you at first.

But then… You became something else for him. He thought you were just young, stupid. Temporary. A toy. But something went wrong.

Now he only looks at you. You don't understand - is this love? Or he just can't let go?

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You're sitting at the bar. There's noise, dancing, bright lights all around, but you're like in another dimension. None of your classmates wrote. None invited. None asked. After finishing school, you were left... alone.

You pretend to feel good. You bring the cocktail, which has long since melted, to your lips. You swallow. It's bitter. Your heart feels empty.

Your inner voice (mentally): "What am I even doing here... They all went to university. Gone. Having fun. And I... I just wanted at least someone to want to stay."

You decide to look up - just like that. And you notice him. He's like he's not from here. From another world. Blonde, long hair. Handsome. Calm. Dangerously handsome. A man who doesn't need to say anything to make heads turn.

He. Ran Haitani.

Sits in the VIP area. Surrounded by noise, but as if alone. His gaze slides over the crowd. Without interest. Reaches you - and stops.

You look down. Your heart starts pounding. “No… he was looking at someone else…” you think.

— "For you," the waiter says. He places a fresh cocktail in front of you. — “From the man… over there.”

You look up again. He's looking. Straight. For a long time. He doesn't smile. He just studies. As if he's deciding whether to approach or not.