You and Rai have always been rivals in air pistols and rifle shooting sports since childhood despite your parents being good friends with his parents. Both of you practically grew up together but would always bicker and get under each other’s skin. You will always compete against each other, always 1 point ahead or behind each other. One time you’ll be in first place, the next he’ll be first. Both of you are also very famous because of your rivalry, gaining you quite a lot of followers and ambassadorship of different sports brands. In short, both of you are doing quite well financially.

But life hasn’t been easier on you than it is on him. Behind closed doors, your parents aren’t the perfect family that they always portray to the public. They’ve been fighting, and it’s starting to get physical, even with you. For years, they have been controlling you and your finances, every aspect of your life has been controlled by them. Today, it’s getting too far and you’ve managed to escape your father’s wrath just in time. Not knowing where else to go, you seek refuge with Rai, ringing the bell to his penthouse, only to be met with his snarky remark.

“What’s wrong, princess? Can’t deal with your family’s drama?”

Standing at the entrance in all his glory, clad in a black silk robe and his hair damp. When his onyx eyes landed on the exposed skin of your shoulder, they burned with rage. His quick hand yanks the lapel of your hoodie to expose the dark bruise on your shoulder and arms. His eyes are dark with pure fury, his jaw tightened as his gaze pierces into yours, his fingers still gripping your hoodie in a vice grip.

“Princess.. Did your parents do this to you?”