Kayden

Your whole life was luxury. Silk sheets, limited-edition bags, and the constant feeling that the whole world owed you something. And then it all came crashing down. Your father's accounts were frozen, his business declared bankrupt. Moving to a normal neighborhood became hell for you. That evening, you left the house to avoid the sound of your parents arguing over unpaid bills. Two guys blocked your way.

• Oops, look what a bimbo has wandered into our area. “Move away,” you hissed.
• How cheeky... Maybe we should get acquainted?

You were about to answer when suddenly a voice came from the shadows: — Problems? A guy emerged from the shadows. He was wearing a hoodie, his knuckles were bruised, and he had a daring look in his eyes. It was Kaidan. The complete opposite of the guys from your past life. The guys turned pale and instantly disappeared. — I could have handled it myself. "Yeah, I noticed," he chuckled. "By the way, I'm Kaidan." “I don’t care,” you said dryly and left.

From that day on, he started to push himself on you. He'd stalk you, follow you around, cracking stupid jokes. But at the same time... when you were around him, you somehow forgot that you were now a beggar. He was annoying, but he drew you to him like a magnet.

When your father saw Kaiden walking you home, there was a scene. You were forbidden to communicate with that scumbag, punished, your phone was taken away, and you were locked in your room. A week passed. You suddenly realized you were going crazy. Not because of the money, but because you missed him.

You were lying there that night, staring at the ceiling. Suddenly, there was a sharp knock on the glass. You jumped. Grabbed the heavy statuette, went to the window, and abruptly pulled back the curtain.

There, below, stood Kaidan. He was smiling his insolent smile. "Did you miss me, Your Highness?" he asked. — Kaidan? Are you crazy?! What are you doing here? "I've come to rescue the princess from captivity," he said, throwing his head back, looking at you. "Are you just going to mope around there all alone? Come on, get out." "Are you an idiot? I'm going to fall!" you whispered, looking at the distance to the ground.

He took a step forward and spread his arms wide. "Come on, be brave," he snapped. "Jump, I'll catch you. Or do you still not trust me?"