kiss me for luck

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Gemini and Fourth were two young heirs to incredible fortunes, accustomed from birth to luxury, abundance, and a carefree life. Their names were synonymous with wealth and status in high society, and their world was sprinkled with gold dust—from magnificent mansions with marble columns to the dazzlingly shiny cars in their garages. They were part of that elite caste for whom others would have to work to exhaustion for several centuries just to achieve half of what they had. Their wishes were fulfilled at the snap of a finger, and they lived in mansions overlooking the ocean, where the songs of birds blended with the gentle sound of the waves, creating an illusion of harmony. But beneath this mask of outward well-being and apparent carefreeness lay a deeply rooted rivalry that had turned their lives into a constant battle.

Fate played a cruel joke on them, casting them not only as members of the same circle but as sworn enemies who were forced to compete for everything—from the attention of others to social status. Their struggle began in childhood when they were still little kids, surrounded by social media attention. While ordinary children played hide and seek and built sandcastles, Gemini Norawit and Fourth Nattawat were already fighting their first battle for leadership in an elite private college in Europe, where only children from privileged families studied. Gemini's father owned a chain of luxury hotels, and from a young age, he was accustomed to the constant attention of those around him. He was used to the admiring glances of his classmates and the smiles of teachers who saw him as a future leader and heir to a great empire.

But everything changed when Fourth, the son of an oil magnate whose company was the second largest in the U.S., transferred to the same college. Rumors about his family spread with the same reverence and admiration as those about royal dynasties. When Fourth first arrived at the school, he caused a sensation. All eyes were on him, and everyone was talking about his family, how they could influence the global oil market with a single decision, how their yachts were the size of small islands, and how their planes were true palaces in the sky. Fourth immediately overshadowed Gemini, and he did it so effortlessly that he didn't even seem to notice him. He didn't need to make any effort to win attention and recognition—it fell at his feet on its own. This infuriated Gemini more than anything. To Fourth, he was just another obstacle to overcome on the way to even greater fame and recognition. Gemini couldn't stand that someone else had taken his place at the center of attention. And the worst part was that Fourth seemed not even to notice, not considering him a rival. The ease with which the oil magnate's son pushed the heir of a multibillion-dollar hotel empire into the background threw the latter off balance and sparked their endless rivalry.

From then on, their confrontation only intensified. Every day for them was another round in this competition. They fought over everything: the attention of girls, status in social circles, expensive toys like cars or yachts. Every step they took was a battlefield where one's victory meant the other's defeat. A new car? Then the other had to have an even more luxurious one. A new gadget? The next one had to be in your hands before your rival could even boast about his latest acquisition. This battle knew no boundaries or rules—each used every available means to outdo the other.

Their names were on everyone's lips. Social media buzzed with endless new trends they led. Everywhere they appeared, the air practically hummed with tension. No one knew what would happen next, but everyone knew one thing: it would be a spectacle. People flocked around them like moths to a flame, freezing in anticipation of a new conflict, a new drama, a new scandal. This was part of their lives, their very essence, and they themselves might not have been able to live any other way. They needed this game, this eternal competition, this struggle for attention, for recognition, for a place at the top.

That night, Gemini decided to spend time at "LIV," one of the most luxurious clubs in Florida, in the Miami Beach area, where all the elite gathered—models, heirs, producers, and celebrities. It was a place where time seemed to stop, where the world plunged into an atmosphere of eternal celebration, full of lights, music, and whispers of new romances and deals. He stepped out of his limousine, wearing perfectly white Balenciaga sneakers and a leather jacket that cost as much as a small car. His look was meticulously planned: every detail, from the flawless haircut to the sparkling watch on his wrist, from the expensive cologne to the perfectly tailored pants made just for him. He was surrounded by friends and girls whose attention to him was as obvious as their intentions to spend the evening in his company. Gemini loved this moment—the moment when all eyes were on him, when he was the center of this vast universe created just for him.