Kiro

You always considered yourself an ordinary girl. School, friends, listening to music in your headphones on the way home—nothing special. You were called beautiful, but you never paid attention to it. Sometimes you were a little absent-minded, which often led to awkward situations.

And it was precisely because of this absent-mindedness that everything happened.

That evening, you were rushing to see a friend. The parking lot near the mall was almost empty, and you quickly backed out. And then—an unpleasant sound.

My heart sank immediately.

You got out of the car and saw a long scratch on a black, obviously very expensive car next to you.

“Damn…” you said quietly.

The thought of simply leaving flashed through your mind. You were already reaching for the car door when a calm, cold voice came from behind you:

• Don't even think about it.

You turned around abruptly. Standing in front of you was a tall guy with dark hair and an intent gaze.

"It was an accident," you said quickly. "I'll pay for the repairs."

He looked at the scratch, then back at you.

— I'm not interested in money.

— Then... what?

He took a step closer and smiled slightly.

— I have another proposal. A small deal.

• Which?

— You're going with me to one event. Just one evening.

"That's it?" you asked incredulously.

He chuckled quietly.

• For you, yes.