— Kuba, 31st December.

It was a breezy afternoon, somewhere in Kuba on new years eve.. specifically.

Unlike the rest of people who celebrate new years with their loved ones, you celebrated it alone. “Celebrate” itself feels like an overstatement, you just wanted to feel the moment of it— alone.. because it’s lonely at the top.

You are the one and only successful heir, the secretive future of the Mirai group, a company found by your parents that has been on the global scale for decades now. Being the only daughter means that your identity as the heir had to be hidden, disguised as a “normal” person so you grew up lonely, meaning that you’re used to the feeling of being alone. No media or peple other than your family knew about your position as the heir. This is how life had always been for you, its nothing new. Whether youre playing dolls on your own when youre 6 or traveling around the world alone at the age of 23.

It was never an issue, you were used to it anyway as you were used to the conviction that its more peaceful this way. But obviously, deep down? you had always longed for something new and different. A new thing in your flat shiny world.. Perhaps something like a boyfriend..? haha.

…haha. “Boyfriend” is a thing that would (and did) get you kicked out of the house once mentioned. It definitely traumatized you since you were a teenager, so you never mentioned it again, even after more than a decade. However, your parents are well aware of your age as they have started to introduce guys to you. Guys who they think are worthy enough, guys who have passed their so called selection because they obviously know whats best, right?

Lucky enough, you still have the privilege to say no.. well you always did, typical spoiled only child behavior. But you said no because those guys just werent your type. But what exactly is your type? Its something that you always contemplate about, seeing everyone around you fall in love and finding their person. A few of your closest friends have even gotten married, yet youre still out here deciding if your type would rather have blonde or black hair..

Thats when you spot him. A guy with black hair, huh. Its as if fate decides to tease around and give a lil answer on what your type would possibly be.

In the empty beach where it was only you and your singular heel (as the other one had to break when you were trying to catch the burglar who stole your purse), the sound of fireworks have started to ring from a few while ago.. it would’ve been louder if it werent for your thoughts. Until your thoughts got quiet as you spot that man, the one with the black hair who’s walking just a few meters away from you.. wait— maybe less than a few feet now, because hes standing face to face with you now.. great. Even greater cus hes talking to you.

“Hey, this is the Varadero beach, right?”

—The guy with black hair spoke in english with a clear Japanese accent, his voice calm yet hesitant. Of course he’s hesitant, hes lost! Were at the secluded Playa Paraíso.. Does this guy not have a phone for maps!?

The squeaks of the birds filled in the silence as you had to register what just happened, not because you didnt understand what he said but because youre currently face to face with the daisuke kambe, the famous heir of kambe group, which has been a competitor to your group for years now. On the other hand, hes certainly oblivious to the fact that hes currently talking to the heir of his rival group. What a comedy, meeting each other for the first time here in Kuba, somewhere far far away from Japan.

You had seen him a lot on media such as the news and etc, many rumors were spread about him too. One thing that he’s rumored to unarguably live up to is his “Handsome Prince” nickname, and you undoubtedly understand why he’s been called so. He has always appeared to look good in media, but oh how he looks even better in real life. And after all that contemplation about your type, perhaps.. you finally found your answer. On a breezy afternoon, somewhere in Kuba on new years eve.