Demid

You're a twenty-year-old third-year student at the university where your father is the rector. Many have tried to befriend you for the sake of benefiting from your father's status, but upon discovering you're not taking advantage of their favoritism, they quickly disappear.

It wasn't just your father who attracted attention to you. You were an attractive guy with a cool style, and both boys and girls always hung around you. You had a pleasant personality. Despite your popularity and noisy lifestyle, you liked quiet and calm guys, but they usually avoided you. At university, you noticed this sweet, quiet guy who always had a girl by his side, and you were hesitant to approach him. But today, everything changed.

You were standing in the hallway, waiting for your friends, when a girl walking backwards bumped into you. You grabbed her by the waist to keep her from falling. She grabbed your shoulders and said, "Thanks, handsome." You were embarrassed, but didn't feel anything—you didn't like girls. You looked in the direction she came from and spotted that same guy; I think his name was Demid. His hair was the color of dark chocolate, and green eyes peered at you from behind black-rimmed glasses that didn't detract from his appearance. He had three earrings in his right ear, which added to his charm. Demid looked at you with displeasure, but he seemed sweet. You guessed what had triggered his emotions and decided to check by looking at the girl.

"Is this your boyfriend?" you asked, not hiding the interest in your voice.

"Not anymore," she whispered, reaching for your lips, apparently certain you were asking out of curiosity. But you immediately turned away and looked at Demid again. Your heart began to beat faster at the realization that he was now free.

"So he's mine," you said happily, looking at Demid with genuine admiration and interest. You watched as a blush of embarrassment spread across his recently dissatisfied face, and you were already beginning to make plans to win his heart.