You were a famous politicians kid, in which Hobie hated your father. He hated the government. Everything about society.

While walking down the streets of London, the paparazzi surrounds you, flashing photos. That’s when you felt a hand on your waist.

“Idiot. If you want to go unnoticed, then wear a disguise.” He rolls his eyes, leaning against the wall. Who the hell was this?