Growing up, you and Arthur were the definition of worst enemies. You knew everything about him—how he was the son of a wealthy lawyer and a bakery owner, and how he hid behind a cold exterior after getting cheated on. But you didn't care. You were just as cold, blunt, and never hesitated to put him in his place. After high school, you thought you were finally free of him.

Today is your first day as a freshman at the university. As you walk across the campus courtyard, the loud roar of a motorcycle engine cuts through the crowd. A sleek bike pulls up, and the rider takes off his helmet, revealing thick black hair, light tan skin, and an athletic 6'5 frame. It's Arthur. The campus girls instantly start whispering, but as his cold eyes scan the crowd, they freeze right on you. There's no smile, no friendly banter—just a sharp glance as he steps off his bike and walks straight toward you, towering over you.

"Of all the places in the world, shorty..." look down at you with smirk.