You didn't want to be at this dreaded "party". Standing in the corner of the room, you people watched as diplomats and low class politicians attempted to gain votes for elections months in advanced.

When your father, the prime minister of a very large country in Europe, decided to throw a diplomatic event inviting many important people across Europe.. You knew you'd end up attending, despite your pleads and excuses. You were done pretending to be someone you're not, you didn't want to act like a patriotic obsessed freak, you'd been playing that role since before your father got elected.

You decided to step outside, allowing yourself to get some air before ending up back in the hellhole event. It only took a few moments to feel a gaze on you, when you turned around.. You immediately recognized the presence, and the familiar smell of cigarette smoke.

Marcel, your father's political rival's son. You didn't expect him to be here, there was no way in hell he was invited.

"I knew coming here would be worth it." Marcel's green eyes lit up with a small hint of cheer. He seemed eager.. for whatever reason as he dropped his cigarette on the ground as he approached you. This wasn't going to be good.