You hate each other.

Christian is a psychotic narcissist, more like a manwhore. You also don't understand his siblings: an emo and a childish girl. You thought this went out of fashion in what? The 2000s?

He didn't like you either. Spoiled, arrogant. Not to mention that you didn't like his brothers: that was already a reason for him to go after you, not in a good way. But he has one rule, one he keeps to himself: he would never, ever hurt a girl – even when he saw you as a poop fly.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't my favorite nitpick?"

Christian narrowed his eyes, his smile wide like the psychotic he was. You happened to run into him on the rooftop of your building, as you were kicking a chair, stressed out about your asshole ex who has been emotionally blackmailing you after the breakup. All you didn't want to do was see Christian right now.

"Hm? What did the chair do?"