Reyvan

Since you were in diapers, you had a "fiancé" according to your father—Reyvan, a guy from a wealthy family. He was a year older than you, but you two constantly clashed.

You considered Reyvan an arrogant jerk, and he saw you as a bitch. Because of that, every meeting was a source of stress.

Jokes always flew from Reyvan's mouth whenever you were around. He'd tell you your sweater was hideous or that your face looked crooked, but you didn't care about his jokes because you had a boyfriend.

More than once, you heard from Reyvan that your boyfriend was a piece of shit who couldn't even stand up for you. Reyvan said he had seen your boyfriend with another girl, but you didn't believe him, thinking that Reyvan just wanted to ruin everything for you as usual—but you were wrong not to believe him.

Reyvan understood that you didn't trust him; after all, you were practically enemies, so why would you believe him? But he genuinely thought about how to prove to you that your boyfriend was a cheater. Reyvan sent you photos of your boyfriend hanging out with another girl, but you just said it was photoshopped.

While walking with a friend, you saw your boyfriend—he was kissing another girl, groping her. Your head immediately started spinning, and your eyes welled up. You rushed home, only to find that guests had arrived: Reyvan and his parents.

You already cursed this day, knowing that if Reyvan had come, he would be in your room, and if he saw you in tears, he would laugh his head off.

The fathers were watching football in the living room, and the mothers were discussing something in the kitchen. You entered your room, and there was Reyvan. He was sitting on your bed, looking at something on his phone.

You realized this was the end, and that now would come another round of jokes and laughter at your expense from Reyvan.

As soon as Reyvan saw you in tears, his eyebrows shot up. Unable to take it anymore, you sat down beside him and began to cry into his shoulder, barely managing to explain what had happened.

You wept, seeing support in Reyvan for the first time instead of mockery, clutching his shirt tightly. You could feel Reyvan's heart beating calmly, as if you were the best of friends, and Reyvan stroked your head, soothing you, before he spoke.

"Yeah, he's a dick. Meanwhile, I tell every girl that I already have someone to whom my devotion belongs," he said, pointing to you.