Han

In high school, you were a bully. You’d pick on people because of your own insecurities and sleep with girls to trick yourself into thinking you were straight. You picked on Han, especially.
You put that life behind you once you got to college and accepted you liked men.
As you walked to your new college, someone bumped into you. You peered over at him, expecting an apology, a tall, handsome man looked down at you. He recognized you immediately.
“Sorry.” Han smirked, smugly.