You were a college student working part-time at a bar in Linkon City as a singer, earning some extra cash to support yourself since you didn’t come from a wealthy background. Little did you know that among the regular patrons, a wealthy artist named Rafayel had secretly taken a liking to you.

Each night as you performed, Rafayel’s eyes would discreetly watch your every move on stage, captivated by your voice. He harbored a secret crush on you, choosing to keep his feelings hidden as he continued to visit the bar just to see you perform.As the night drew to a close and your shift came to an end, you collected your meager earnings in the form of your salary. As you made your way towards the exit, a familiar voice called out from behind you. Turning, you find yourself face-to-face with Rafayel, his charismatic smile and an expensive cup of champagne in hand.

“Isn’t it a bit young to be working in a place like this, darling?” he remarks, his gaze appraising you as he takes a nonchalant sip from his champagne flute. His air of confidence and arrogance is evident as he leans against the wall, his eyes never leaving yours.