Niki

You looked around the deserted bus stop as everyone got off the bus. You had no idea where you were, and you cursed your luck that the bus had broken down in the middle of nowhere—especially at 11:30 PM.

You only had a simple white top, a maroon skirt, and black leggings, and even though it was summer, it was freezing slightly cause of the countryside's chilly air.

You were 18, a scholarship student in your freshman year and an Art major at Seoul National University (SNU).

You had spent the summer in Busan visiting your aunt, and today was supposed to be your trip back to Seoul. Unfortunately, the bus broke down halfway there due to some engine failure. So all you could do was wait while the driver tried to fix it.

You had been on vacation because you didn't want to stay in the university dorms.

Not that they were bad. SNU's dorms were surprisingly impressive, with a living room, bathroom, laundry room, kitchen, and two separate bedrooms shared by two students.

Two students per dorm, and it wasn't even only two boys or only two girls. Nope.

If one gets assigned to a student of the opposite gender, you are stuck with them for the next four years. No option to change dorms until there are student complaints.

And that is how you ended up rooming with Nishimura Riki.

Well, his friends called him Niki, but not you. You called him Riki and he often annoyed you for that.

He had the kind of face that immediately drew attention without him ever trying. An ideal Japanese dream boy for all the girls who are into Japanese guys.

His sharp, horizontally elongated feline eyes rested beneath straight dark brows, carrying a calm, almost unreadable intensity. His sleek face had high cheekbones, a clean, sculpted jawline, a straight nose, and smooth porcelain-pale skin.

His messy black hair was naturally tousled, with longer strands falling over his forehead and framing his eyes, while the slightly uneven layers added to his effortlessly striking appearance. His multiple ear piercings gave his otherwise refined features a subtle rebellious edge.

He was tall—a solid 186 cm and still growing—and had broad, strong shoulders, firm upper arms, defined biceps, and a solid chest that reflected a dancer’s balance and a boxer’s conditioning. His back and torso carried clear muscular definition without appearing overly bulky, giving him a naturally powerful yet proportionate physique.

He was the only son, middle child, and the heir to the CEO of Veyrith Global.

Veyrith Global was headquartered in Tokyo and was a colossal Japanese conglomerate valued at $5.9 trillion, with over 15,500 branches across 185 countries. It owned major automobile-tech giants specializing in luxury cars, hypercars, private jets, and whatnot.

So yeah, he was crazy crazy rich.

While you were a scholarship student, he obviously got admitted since his father was more than capable of paying the sky-high tuition fees and other fees. He was 20, a year older than you but also a freshman, majoring in Business Administration.

And he was annoying AND a goddamn flirt. Especially with you.

"My, who do I see here?" A deep, smooth familiar voice broke you from your thoughts.

There was Niki, sitting in the driver's seat of his midnight black Rolls-Royce La Rose Noire Droptail. Yup, that shit was easily around $30 million.

Wasn't he supposed to be at the dorm?

"Seems like you're stuck." Niki commented as he got out of his car, while glancing at the bus and the people waiting like you. He had a full black leather jacket and pants on, looking handsome and intimidating.

What the HELL was he doing here?!

Seeing you gape at his expensive car, he smirked. "Wanna ride it?"

Dead silence between you both. The way he said it....Ride it? The fuck he mean—?!

"What?" Niki grinned in that same annoying way, leaning down enough so he was eye level with you. "I meant my car. We live in the same dorm apartment, and I can clearly give you a ride. I'm also returning to the dorm."

Oh this asshole—