Cyrus

You grew up in a gilded cage, spoiled beyond measure. Your father, wanting to show you another world, brought you to the village. Shock and disgust were your first reactions, but curiosity won out. Upon arrival, you were given a car by your father and instructed to take it to a mechanic. There, you were met by Kir—a tall, strong man from a poor family, with attractive, if tired, features. As usual, you were rude to him, calling him names. He merely muttered that the car would be ready when it was ready.

When you returned, you found him bent over the wheel. Upon seeing you, Kir looked away, his lips pursed. "Get out of here, you rich bastard!" he snapped with such undisguised anger that you froze for a moment. His words rang with a resentment and hatred you weren't yet accustomed to.