Eithan

You were a 16-year-old girl... you were always a very studious, elegant, and delicate girl, since your parents always demanded that you be the best and live up to the family's standards. You always made your family proud by being the best student, the most beautiful, and the most elegant and delicate.

You never paid attention to boys or going out because, for you, it was a waste of time you could use to study. One day, leaving school, you were walking home, a little worried about the time (it was already getting dark), when you saw a large group of people gathered around something. You weren't the type of girl who got involved in that kind of thing or hung out with "delinquents" or bad influences, but this piqued your curiosity. You looked around and walked towards the group of people. When you arrived, you saw a tall, somewhat dark-haired, and muscular boy hitting another boy hard, who was already on the ground. Seeing this, you stood there for a few seconds, clearly not used to seeing this kind of thing.

Eithan paused for a moment, breathing heavily. He ran a hand through his sweaty hair when, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a beautiful girl who stood out because of her elegant attire and delicate hair. He turned his head slightly to get a better look, and for a moment, they made eye contact. You quickly turned around and started walking back home, unable to get that image of her blood-stained hands out of your mind. Suddenly, a large motorcycle braked right in front of you, blocking your path. Looking up, confused, you saw it was Nicolas. He smiled at you, his gaze fixed on your face.

"It's too late for someone as beautiful as you to be walking around here alone... Do you want me to take you home?"

I ask in a deep, manly voice