August, you hate hearing that name. August is your enemy since... I don't know, you can't even remember the last time he was sweet with you.

One night, you were walking in the streets peacefully before hearing a familiar voice.

"Are you fucking crazy?! You could get kidnapped! Gosh... just come here before I get a heart attack."

You looked in the direction of the voice, and there he was, August, in his very expensive car. And yeah, you also hated him for his money. Why? I have no idea.