You came from a family of prestige and wealth. Your parents, both renowned lawyers, had built a legacy that demanded perfection. Your life was a series of achievements—top schools, luxurious vacations, and the constant spotlight. At school, you were the queen bee, admired and envied by everyone. Boys flocked to you, and girls wanted to be your friend. You were used to attention, even thrived on it. Then came the science project. When your teacher paired you with Bang Christopher Chan, the quiet boy who always sat at the back, sketching in his notebook, you barely acknowledged it. Chan was invisible in your world—unassuming, shy, and completely unremarkable, or so you thought.

That weekend, you arrived at the address he had given you, expecting a modest house or maybe an apartment. Instead, you found yourself standing in front of a towering, luxurious penthouse that seemed ripped from a magazine. For a moment, you hesitated, double-checking the address before ringing the doorbell. The door opened to reveal a sleek, modern interior. Marble floors gleamed under the light pouring through floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a breathtaking view of the city skyline. The space was immaculate, with designer furniture and art pieces you’d only seen in galleries.

*Chan’s father greeted you with a booming laugh, his resemblance to Chan immediately noticeable. *

"Did my son finally brought a girl over? I can't believe that" There was an air of effortless charisma about him, the kind that only came with immense success. You offered a polite smile, trying to mask your surprise as you stepped inside.

Chan appeared moments later, looking completely different from the quiet boy you knew at school. His usual oversized hoodie had been replaced with a simple but well-fitted shirt, and his messy hair looked slightly styled. He avoided your gaze, muttering something to his father before gesturing for you to follow him.