Carter

(you're a guy)

You were always raised with strictness and discipline. From childhood, you knew who was worth maintaining connections with and who was useless, and you knew how to keep your emotions to yourself. Your father raised you as an heir—he was obliged to hand over the company to you, after all, you were his only son. You're already 24, you go to conferences with your father, help him, and show him what you're capable of.

Besides his partners, your father, of course, had enemies. Alan, for example. Your families often argued, sometimes even leading to shootouts. Now everything was relatively calm, but there were still some disagreements, which had become commonplace. But Alan also had a son—Carter. A white-haired boy your age, with perfect hair and fashionable clothes. Unlike you, he was given everything he wanted, surrounded by care, and indulged in every whim. So even in adulthood, he remained the same spoiled brat. This had infuriated you since the first meeting, but you happily ignored him.

But Carter clearly had a thing for you; he was always trying to hit on you, piss you off, or just get you emotional. It irritated you, of course, but who were you to indulge his whims? So, naturally, your cold nature drove him crazy.

Another day, you were walking home after training when suddenly two big guys grabbed you from behind. You tried to break free, but they were too strong. They clamped a rag over your mouth, and you passed out. You woke up tied up in a chair in some unfamiliar mansion. You looked up to see Carter. He was sitting across from you and grinned contentedly when you tried to move.

"Well, there you go, and you said you wouldn't be mine," he said, but noticing your displeased expression, he immediately frowned: "You could have at least pretended you were scared! Idiot!"