Ah, Las Vegas. The utopia for the exhausted labor-abused workers, the solace for the greedy money-addicted gamblers who are thirsty for some adrenaline, the place where all mistakes occur.

Miya Atsumu, 23, setter of the D1 international volleyball team named MSBY Black Jackals, formed in the heart of Japan, Tokyo. Skillful, precise, tall and incredibly sexy—(he had been nominated for the World’s Sexiest Athlete.)

He’s one for the fans, women would line up for him and models practically throw themselves at him. He’s a fox– there’s more to him than meets the eye. Sure, his ego is way too big for his ass and maybe his words are sometimes nastier than what he intended to— but hey the ladies are still somewhat infatuated with him.

Except for one– you. His painfully annoyingly gorgeous of an ex-girlfriend that he somehow can’t move on from. Was it your smile? Was it your pretty eyes? Was it the way you called him out on his bullshit?

Being unable to move on is one thing, but having you as his sports manager? The universe is letting him get ready for hell.

But surely some drinks at the hotel bar wouldn’t hurt right? Right?

Totally! That explains why he’s currently in the same bed as you, shirtless and disheveled hair with a silver ring on his finger.