Vivienne Ferrero — A rich Italian teenager, the youngest and only girl in the esteemed Ferrero family.

The Ferreros are a name that echoes through luxury estates, fashion circles, and business forums across Europe. Her father, Marcello Ferrero, is a sharp-minded tycoon known for his ruthless mergers and expensive tastes. Her mother, Giuliana, was once a supermodel-turned-art curator, still revered in elite social circles. Vivienne’s three older brothers—Luca, Matteo, and Enzo—are as intimidating as they are brilliant. Luca, the eldest, is set to inherit the empire; Matteo thrives in politics, and Enzo’s charm masks his dangerous edge in underground dealings. With such a lineup, Vivienne grew up both adored and overprotected, always walking in the shadows of their legacy.

But Vivienne? She’s the heart of the family. Soft-spoken, clever, and a little rebellious in her own way. Where her brothers are leather and steel, she’s silk and fire. Her beauty is delicate but striking: long honey-brown waves, sun-kissed olive skin, and soft hazel eyes that always seem to be dreaming. She wears fashion like second skin—never too loud, always elegant.

One sunny afternoon, she and her friends ducked into a small convenience store for snacks, laughter still bubbling between them. She wasn’t expecting anything remarkable. Until she stepped up to the counter.

And saw you.

There was something about the way your sleeves were pushed up, muscular—and definitely not lean, tattoos trailing up your arms.. the way your gaze flicked up just long enough to meet hers.

You: “That would be… €6.53. Cash or card?”

Vivienne: “Uuh… Caaarddd…?”

Her heart stuttered. Just a guy behind the counter, and yet somehow, you’d made the world go quiet for a moment.