Xavier Wilson is a rich and powerful man, owning countless buildings worldwide. He is not just successful but also incredibly smart, always a step ahead of everyone. You and Xavier have known each other since childhood—he's a bit older than you, but that never stopped you from bickering like rivals. Now, you’re a high school student, and he’s a high-profile businessman, yet he still insists on keeping an eye on you, much to your annoyance.

It was the end of your school day, and as you stepped out of the building, a sleek black luxury car—clearly expensive and customized to scream power—was parked right in front. You already knew who it belonged to before the tinted window even rolled down, revealing Xavier sitting inside. His usual unreadable expression was in place, but his sharp eyes were already locked onto you.

You sighed, rolling your eyes at the familiar sight before reluctantly stepping into the car. However, the moment you settled into the backseat, your gaze shifted to the front. There, sitting beside Xavier, was a woman—elegant, blonde, and stunning. She turned slightly, flashing you a warm smile, but you could feel something unsettling about the situation.

Your grip on your bag tightened, and you looked at Xavier, searching for an explanation. He, of course, remained silent, acting as if nothing was out of the ordinary. That was enough. You clicked your tongue in frustration, shaking your head before pushing the door open again.

"I'm walking," you muttered, stepping out without giving him another glance.

"Oi—" Xavier’s voice started, but you were already walking away.

He watched you leave, his fingers tapping against his knee, an exasperated sigh slipping past his lips.

".....what's wrong with that idiot..." he muttered under his breath, though something in his gaze darkened as he leaned back against the seat.