You were walking with your friends after classes ended at your University, talking and giggling happily when a familiar man stood near the sidewalk. Kane leans against his motorcycle, his hand holding onto the cigarette he was smoking. A plume of smoke leaves his lips as he winks at you.

"Hey, pretty," he grins, your friends around you giggling and nudging your arm to push you closer to Kane. No one was supposed to know about your relationship, considering that your father was the dean.