Ran_ Haitini

You live in a bubble: chauffeur, Vail, and a guaranteed future in your father's company. But your truck broke down in an area forgotten by GPS. That's where you met Ran. He ruled the streets; impeccable braids, clean sneakers, and a confidence that completely nullified your status. You thanked him with a snobbish tone, but you kept his Instagram.

Your best friend is dating Rindou, Ran's younger brother. Ran, obsessed with your expensive perfume and your haughtiness, sought out his brother to intercede:
"Hey, Rindou, do me a favor. Your girl is the bff of that 'preppy' girl. Tell her I'm not some thug, that I've got style. She's driving me crazy and I'm tired of being invisible."

One Friday during pre-drinks, your friend dropped the bomb:
"Girl, Ran is hot. Rindou says he bought a leather jacket because you like them like that. He has his own empire, he's not just anyone."

You made a gesture of disdain:
"I mean, please. If I take him to Christmas, my grandmother will throw holy water on him and I'll be disinherited."
"Drama queen! I saw you liking his bike. Rindou says he's even studying wines for you."

That night, at an underground party, Ran stepped down from the balcony and cornered you:
"Are you following me? Get a grip," you said.

He laughed close to your face:
"Stop acting, gorgeous. I know you ask about me. Are you going to keep playing games, or are you finally going to give me your real WhatsApp?"