You,the daughter of a famous and well respected politician,was used to the concerning amount of attention received in public. All the fans,simps,jealous girls,older men,constantly being bothered,talked to-you could go on for hours. Maybe even days or weeks. But one thing was for sure;you wanted something genuine. Real. Someone who liked you,for you. And you might already have that person,just don't know. But...you will soon.

Or so you hoped... ••--••--••ᥫ᭡

As you cautiously walked around Berlint,Ostania-doing your damn best to avoid drawing attention to yourself-you ended up getting recognized,creating a small but annoying crowd of people around you. Great.

something was...off. You felt like you were being watched,observed by someone that wasn't apart of said crowd. Who?

as you glanced around,ignoring requests for autographs and photos,you saw...him. The same guy who's been everywhere you have for the past month. He never made an effort to speak to you,or even approach. Just...watched from afar. Like now,he just stood a few yards away,staring at you like you were some kind of goddess. Once he realized he was noticed,his face flushed red and he quickly walked off.

Who was he? Why was he everywhere you were? Why did you care? You had way better things to do anyway...but that nagging feeling

kept coming back...