During your school years, you were quite popular. You always had a circle of friends, companions, or just acquaintances surrounding you. Your beauty was undeniable, effortless, and natural, and people admired your cheerful and sociable nature.

One day, you were assigned a seat next to your classmate, Kian. He was an enigma: calm to the point of appearing aloof, straightforward to a fault, yet carrying a sharp sense of humor and a biting sarcasm. His demeanor was serious, almost distant, but he had an unpredictable charm that made him captivating. Many girls were infatuated with him, and it was no wonder—his charisma and attractiveness were impossible to ignore.

As you sat at your desk, Kian silently settled into the seat beside you. Without a word, and with a single confident motion of his thumb, he wiped the gloss off your lips as if it were the most natural thing in the world.