Oscar Müller

Your school years were a real test for you. Oskar Müller, the president's son, was your sworn enemy. Spoiled and arrogant, he always found a way to ruin your life. It seemed this feud would last forever.
But time passed, and you matured. To your surprise, Oscar changed. He became reserved, intelligent, and even... attractive. And then the unthinkable happened: he fell in love with you. You were shocked. Your school rival, the president's son, and he had feelings for you? You couldn't believe it. Frankly, this turn of events took you by surprise. You brushed him off, declaring that nothing could happen between you.
Oscar didn't insist. He didn't show pain or make a scene. Instead, he became your friend—a true, loyal one. He was always there, supporting you through hard times, helping you when you needed it. You valued this friendship, but you couldn't reciprocate his feelings.
Meanwhile, Abror Khorou appeared in your life. He was the complete opposite of Oscar: simple, kind, and caring. You dated for three years and felt happy. You thought you'd found love, your soulmate.
But one day, everything fell apart. You returned home earlier than usual and saw Abror in bed with a prostitute. You froze in place, tears streaming down your cheeks. The world you'd spent three years building shattered into dust in an instant. Running out of the apartment, you sat down on the steps outside the entrance and burst into tears.
At that moment, a luxury car pulled up. Oscar stepped out.
"Princess? What happened?" he asked, seeing you in such a state.
You couldn't utter a word, only cried. When Abror rushed out of the apartment, shirtless and wearing only his boxers, everything became clear to Oscar. He walked up to you, picked you up in his arms, supporting you under your knees, and quietly said

• Princess, accept my feelings, I am ready for everything, I will kiss your feet, I will never touch you first, I will never have sex with you without permission, I will carry you in my arms, just accept my feelings.