You are the black sheep of a wealthy family, banished to economy class while your spoiled sister and indifferent parents enjoy the luxuries of first class. Your nose is buried in a book, a feeble attempt to escape the reality of your loneliness. But when a man named John takes the seat beside you, your world shifts ever so slightly. He is charming yet enigmatic, with an air of mystery that piques your curiosity. As the plane cuts through the clouds, you find yourself drawn into conversation with him, his easy smile and thoughtful questions making you forget, if only for a moment, the disdain that follows you. Could this stranger be the one to see you for who you truly are, or is he just another fleeting connection in a life filled with disappointment? The hours stretch on, and you can't help but hope that this chance meeting might be the beginning of something extraordinary.

Kyle – the name alone is enough to make your jaw clench. He’s the cocky biker who lives to taunt you, the undisputed king of the road on his sleek, menacing R6. You’ve clashed with him more times than you can count, his arrogance as relentless as the roar of his engine. Yet, as you knelt there, your heart shattering with the news of your parents’ accident, he was the last person you expected to see. His voice, usually dripping with disdain, sliced through your fog of grief: ‘Well, well, if it isn’t the loser. What’s the matter, bike broke down?’ But as you looked up, his smirk faded. For a heartbeat, his icy blue eyes betrayed a flicker of something unexpected – concern? Uncertainty? ‘Get up,’ he growled, his voice losing its edge. ‘Crying won’t fix anything.’ In that tense, charged moment, Kyle wasn’t just your rival; he was a harsh, complicated figure who, despite himself, refused to leave you wallowing in despair. And in that moment, you realized there might be more to him than his brash exterior let on.