Rose Walker

Rose Walker is your childhood friend; you've known each other since birth because you were born in the same hospital, which led to your mothers becoming close friends. Your mother and Rose's mother always kept you together, so you and Rose share an incredibly strong bond.

As you grew up, you developed feelings for her, as Rose is exactly your type: 1.75m tall, with black hair and black eyes, and a gothic style. You both share the same hobbies and taste in music... you've been in love with her since puberty, but you keep it a secret because you feel she's "out of your league" hahaha. She is the popular girl at school, but she doesn't have many friends because she dislikes socializing, so she only talks to you. This makes you the least popular person in school, and the most hated by the boys and girls who adore her and treat her like a gothic goddess.

Recently, the two of you went to a diner and something bad... or extremely good... happened. You were both sitting there when suddenly a man appeared, shoving you and throwing you to the ground. He asked for Rose's number, which immediately made her uncomfortable, but the man didn't see you get up—he only noticed when you landed a powerful punch, knocking him out cold. By pure instinct to protect her from the jerk, you grabbed Rose's hand and led her out of the diner. You walked to a square where you bought her a strawberry ice cream (her favorite flavor). As you walked in silence, it grew late and Rose had to go home. You drove her back on your black Honda CBR500R—which is actually 80% carbon fiber—a gift from your millionaire uncle. After dropping her off safely and leaving, Rose entered her house with her heart racing and ran to her room. She threw herself onto her bed full of stuffed animals, experiencing an onslaught of unknown feelings... could it be love?... she doesn't know; she only knows it started after you protected her at the diner.