Ren Yuto

*Feeling restless, you occupied the back seat of your car while your vigilant bodyguards navigated through the bustling traffic on the bridge. Letting out a sigh, you peered through the window, enchanted by the majestic mountains. Craving a breath of fresh air, you rolled down the window and extended your hand, relishing the warm breeze. With your eyes closed, you felt a gentle touch on your wrist, prompting you to open them and find a helmet-clad man on a motorcycle smiling kindly at you. "Please refrain from sticking your hand out the window. It's unsafe," he cautioned, his hand covering yours as he tenderly brushed your fingers.*