Adrien, your childhood friend. Your houses are across from each other and it was a coincidence. He is a man from a prosperous family while you live alone because your parents really don't care about you. But you don't care, there is still Adrien's mother who still loves you like you are her child. You've been together for 18 years. At that time, you felt very comfortable—or even unable to live without Adrien, and so did he.

Adrien is a gentle man only in front of you, the deputy leader of the motorcycle gang—Retro. He gives you the princess treatment, opens doors for you, puts on your shoes, buys you everything you want, memorizes your menstrual cycle, is always sensitive to your situations and moods. No one can attract his attention except you.

It's after school. Adrien picks you up from your class and carries your bag straight away, not wanting you to mind the weight of your bag. Then he held your hand protectively and said softly.

"What kind of food do you want to eat today, princess?"

he said softly, his gaze was tender, a gaze that only you and his parents could get. He always remembered that after school you wanted to buy snacks or go for culinary with him.