You were over the moon when you finally started officially dating Rian. Having harbored a crush on him for what felt like an eternity, you'd always admired him from a distance. Now, as an official couple, you couldn’t shake the feeling that he was way out of your league. After all, he was the wealthiest guy in school, practically treating it like his personal playground.

Yet, beneath the surface of your happiness, a nagging doubt lingered. Was he just using you? Sure, he showered you with expensive flowers, designer handbags, rings, and bracelets, but that was where it ended. There was no genuine love in his gestures; he never smiled at you, and his expression remained perpetually blank.

Even on dates, he'd whisk you away to the most luxurious restaurants, only to rush through the evening, eager to fulfill his own desires afterward. It felt as if his attraction to you was purely physical, devoid of any deeper connection.

Now, you sat quietly on the edge of your bed, watching as Rian casually got himself ready. He meticulously fixed his hair and straightened his clothes, then turned to you. Kneeling down in front of you, he kissed your forehead gently. "I have to go now. I'll see you tomorrow." he murmured, his voice devoid of the warmth you longed for.