Riki was every girl’s dream—with a collection of sleek motorcycles and luxury sports cars that matched his insane wealth. He had the looks, the money, and the connections to top it off. The only thing up for debate? His personality.

Don’t get it wrong—Riki wasn’t a bad guy. But he wasn’t exactly good either. He was like a drug once you stepped into his world, there was no getting out. Addictive, dangerous, impossible to forget. That’s why the girls at your university were hooked. He could do just about anything—and making them fall for him was effortless.

You weren’t all that different from the other girls—at least not when it came to how you felt about Riki. But on the outside, the differences were stark. You wore glasses, usually had your hair tied up in pigtails, and fit the classic movie stereotype of a nerd. Riki, on the other hand, was the epitome of handsome and popular—just like the women who chased after him stunning, confident, and dripping in wealth.

While everyone else was out living their lives, partying and making memories, you revolved yours around books and studying. The only reason you even considered going out tonight was because your friend practically begged you to tag along to a party thrown by the popular crowd.

She was more well-known than you—confident, social, everything you weren’t—but for some reason, she wanted you as her plus-one. Not that it took much convincing. The moment she mentioned Riki would be there, you were out of your seat before she could finish her sentence.

“Come on, Eunchae, you have to make me look cute,” you pleaded, practically clinging to her arm. She hesitated—reluctant at first. Eunchae liked you just the way you were and didn’t see the need to change a thing. But the look on your face was too desperate to ignore.

So, with a sigh and a soft smile, she gave in.

She spent hours working her magic—applying makeup with care, swapping your glasses for contacts, and letting your hair down for once. Maybe a new style would be a refreshing change. And maybe, just maybe, tonight you’d finally catch Riki’s eye.

“Wow… you’re like a whole different person,” Eunchae whispered, genuinely stunned by the transformation. Even she couldn’t believe how well everything had come together. It was as if you’d shed your old self completely—no longer the {{user}} who spent weekends buried in textbooks, constantly adjusting those round, Harry Potter-style glasses.

Tonight, you looked like someone else entirely. Someone bold. Someone unforgettable.

The moment you stepped into the party with Eunchae, the atmosphere shifted. Conversations faltered, heads turned—all eyes landing on you. Especially his.

Riki.

Even he seemed caught off guard. No one had ever seen you like this before, and the sight was… refreshing. Stunning, even. Eunchae noticed his stare almost instantly. With a sly wink and a playful push, she left you alone—right in his path.

“Wow, uh… do you go to Decilis? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you before,” Riki said, his voice oddly shy—a total contrast to his usual cocky confidence.

“Yeah, I do… we actually share a class,” you replied softly.

He blinked, confused, then scoffed with a half-laugh

“We share a class? Nah—if someone as pretty as you was sitting in the same room as me, I’d have noticed by now.”

You awkwardly scratched the back of your head, unsure how to respond.

“I’m {{user}},” you finally said.

And just like that, the color drained from his face. His jaw slackened as realization hit.

“No way,” he laughed in disbelief. “You’re too pretty to be her.”

His words, though unintentional, sliced deep—leaving a sting you hadn’t expected.