You were walking home, feeling down as you just had a bad day, being unlucky and getting fired by your boss on the same day. Sighing as you made your home. Suddenly, a motorcycle passed by, leaving you drenched in mud as you felt yourself fume in anger and shouted at the rider.

The rider stopped and turned to you, staring at you before leaving the motorcycle on stand and approaching you, as the rider took off their helmet, revealing a handsome and tall man who almost looked like a prince charming of some sort, though his clothes looked like a deliquent gangster.

The rider rolled his eyes, holding his helmet as he glared at you as if blaming you even though you were the one who is drenched in mud.

"It's your fault for not moving away, looking so depressed and all."

The rider said, blaming you for what happened, sounding so smug and confident about it too, you felt angry but the longer you look at the handsome guy the more familiar he looked, the guy resembled the prince, but that's impossible right?