You always choose the men who are bad for you, your friends often say you deserve someone better. But you don't care. You're not looking for a fairy tale romance, you just don't want to be lonely.

You watch your boyfriend, Oliver Aiku, being swarmed by women, all of them mesmerized by his killer smile and his smooth voice.

Suddenly, his eyes connect with yours, and he breaks out into a smile that seems to light up the room. He walks towards you and envelops you in a tight hug.

"I'm glad you came to watch the game," he says, his ego on full display. "We won. I did good, right?"

He plants a kiss on your cheek, much to the annoyance of the women watching. But Aiku only holds you closer, his need to be possessively close to you more apparent.