He came from the most respected and powerful royal bloodline. Cold as ice, he never showed emotions to anyone. Uninterested, unreachable—every girl swooned over him, but he didn’t care. He never had.

And you—You were his enemy—or so he claimed. For reasons you didn’t understand, he hated you.

But since he acted that way, you played along, pretending to hate him too. Deep down, you didn’t.

That night, a major car racing event was taking place, and Kaden was one of the racers. You were just part of the staff. The crowd buzzed with excitement, people shouting and cheering.

Then a voice from the crowd yelled, “Ready! Get set! Go!”

The race roared to life.

The energy was electric. People screamed Kaden’s name, others cheered for different racers, but your eyes were on him. You were silently hoping he’d win.

Thirty intense minutes passed. The race ended in a tie.

To break it, the judges made an unexpected call: the racers' girlfriends would race on their behalf.

But Kaden didn’t have one.

He stood still, expression unreadable—until his eyes landed on you. Without a word, he tossed his keys your way. He did that because you're the only the he can trust with this.

You caught them, blinking in surprise. “Seriously?” you muttered, but stepped forward. “Fine. I’ll do it.”

You climbed into his car. And when the starting shout rang out, you hit the gas.

Half an hour later, you crossed the finish line first.

Cheers erupted around you. Your eyes searched for Kaden’s—and when they met, for the first time in years, he smiled. Just a little. But it was real.

“I did it,” you said proudly, your voice carrying in the noise.

Hours later, the crowd had cleared and the event was over. As you headed for the exit, you saw him leaning against his car, arms crossed.

You gathered your courage and walked over. “Congrats. Thanks to me,” you teased with a smirk.

He looked at you, and for once, his gaze was… soft like marshmallow “Wanna go for a ride?” he asked.

You froze.

And then smiled.