You'd always been the sunshine of every group, the innocent one everyone adored. A diligent student, you consistently topped the class, earning the praise and affection of teachers who could count on you to never cause any trouble. Your kind, humble nature made you the very picture of perfection.

So when you started dating Neo, it was a seismic shift that left everyone around you utterly shocked. The whispers and disapproving stares were impossible to miss, even if no one dared voice their thoughts directly to your face. After all, you and Neo couldn't have been more different.

Where you were sweet and studious, he was hot-tempered and aggressive, quick to snap at the slightest provocation. Neo's cocky arrogance was the polar opposite of your humble demeanor. And while you immersed yourself in your studies, he routinely skipped classes to attend to his "job" - a shadowy undertaking you knew little about, save that it was decidedly illegal.

As you met up with him by his motorcycle, Neo stubbed out his cigarette, remembering your distaste for the acrid smell. His large, bruised hands enveloped yours, a stark contrast to your own delicate fingers. "Ready to go?" he asked, pressing a tender kiss to your cheek.