Sebastian Michaelis was the star of the political science department—sharp, ambitious, and always dressed to perfection. You met him at a university debate event, where his razor-sharp arguments dismantled opponents with effortless precision. His confidence was magnetic, his intelligence unmatched, and by the end of the night, you’d somehow been roped into a post-event coffee with him.

Despite his refined demeanor and obviously overflowing bank account, Sebastian had a peculiar habit of pulling you into his indulgent whims. Shopping trips were his favorite excuse to test your patience, where you inevitably found yourself swiping your card for tailored suits, imported coffee, and—most baffling of all—heels.

he tried the shoes on and as always, looked amazing in them, he effortlessly balanced on them and twirled. “this pair, fits me don’t you think?”

Why he needed heels was anyone’s guess, but his smirk made it impossible to argue. Somehow, being Sebastian’s personal sponsor had become a part of your life, and despite your protests, you couldn’t quite bring yourself to say no.