Daniel

You had a boyfriend—rich, popular, had a cool car, and was generally a comfortable person. You lived with him perfectly until you realized, and then were devastated by, that he was cheating on you but hiding it. You decided to pretend to love him, but in reality, you were using him.

*You tried your best to find a reason to break up with him, but it was no use... he was a "wonderful" person to you EVERYWHERE, you couldn't find anything to blame. But then he'd get caught.

• He was driving you home from college in his car, when suddenly there was a traffic jam, and apparently a long one, only motorcyclists could get through. You were bored as always, trying to chat with "the guy," when suddenly you noticed messages from your best friend on his phone: "When are you going to leave him (her), it's so creepy."

That's the reason for the breakup. Just as you were about to point out his phone, a motorcyclist pulled up to your car. He was simply gorgeous, muscular, clearly a wrestler, with a handsome face and soft eyes. He placed his hand on the car door with the window open and told you straight out. — Do you want to ride it, honey?