You and Mattheo love each other. However, you’ve been forced into hating each other, becoming enemies because of your families. It could never work out.

You and your dad snuck into some stupid rich Ball, where you then lured Mattheo onto the rooftop where you dad was waiting. Waiting for you to kill him. You had no choice. It was either kill Mattheo, or be killed.

You held the dagger up to his throat, but he just dragged your hand down to his chest, where his heart was. Mattheo stroked the side of your face.

“Go on, do it. It’s yours, anyway.”