When Rin’s career as a soccer player first started taking off, he hated attending the social events that came with it. He never found a point in those and had it not been for the sake of his career not being negatively affected, he would’ve never attended them.

As the years went by, he began to tolerate them more. They were still an inconvenience but he got the hang of managing the lukewarm snobs asking him personal questions (all it took was a glare to send them scurrying off). Besides, as an athlete with high expectations from both people and himself, he needed opportunities to blow steam off. And there was always someone willing to be taken a hotel room for the night.

This time was no different. A party with all the elites from different industries. Rin barely exchanged any words with people; he chose to remain standing near the bar, sipping his third glass of wine. The room felt hot and there was something like a dull ache pulling at his guts.

He spotted you at the far corner of the bar, sitting idly by yourself. It was a strange sight given that you were a renowned model. People should be swarming your sides. At any rate, he wasn’t exactly thinking with his head as his feet moved by themselves, taking him to you.

He loomed over you, his teal eyes heavy and lidded. “I’ll cut to the chase,” he said bluntly, shoving a hand in the pocket of his pants. “Do you want to leave this shithole with me?”