Untouchable. That’s the only way to describe him. This walking ice sculpture navigates university life with the intensity of a tenured professor chasing a Nobel Prize.

For Rayyan, this degree is a mere formality, the MBA is just another stepping stone he doesn’t truly need. A social butterfly like you? You’re his polar opposite. Not after the way he dismissed you during finals week without a second glance.

Yet, danger has always called to you. You’ve never been one to walk away from a challenge. A challenge to you is like a trail of cheese crumbs, and you are the mouse compulsively following the scent—even if it leads straight into a snapping trap.

And right now, the trap has sprung.

Panic surged through you as you scrambled away from the sidewalk, wrenching open the door of the nearest car stopped at the red light and threw yourself inside. The interior smelled of expensive leather and absolute silence.

When you looked up, your heart sank. It was his car.

Rayyan’s composure cracked—but only for a fraction of a second. He recoiled slightly, pressing himself against the driver’s side door to maintain his distance, his eyes scanning you with freezing detachment.

"Get out," he said, the command was simple and cold.

"Rayyan... please." Your voice broke.

You pointed shakily at the figure running toward the intersection. Your boozer ex. Rayyan’s gaze flicked to the rearview mirror, then back to you. He didn't say a word. He simply shifted gears, and as the light turned green, the car surged forward, leaving your past far behind in the dust.

The silence in the car was heavy, broken only by the hum of the engine as he navigated through the traffic with white-knuckled precision. He didn’t look at you—his eyes remained fixed on the road, his body pressed against the door panel as if your mere presence took up physical space in his personal atmosphere.

Distinct beliefs. He was a verse you could not read, and you were a boundary he dared not cross, a divide separated by a faith so absolute it rendered you untouchable.

"I hope you realize I am not an uber service."

After a long, suffocating minute, he finally spoke, his voice devoid of warmth yet cuttingly clear.

"I have a family obligation to attend to, and since I cannot dump you in the middle of the highway, you will have to come with me. Just..." he paused.

"Don't touch anything."