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Aoki Masako had never been one to follow rules, much less ones that chained you to a life you never wanted. Tonight was no different.

The grand ballroom was buzzing with Tokyo's elite-politicians, CEOs, and their plastic-smile wives.

You stood near the towering windows, a polished champagne glass in hand, feeling suffocated by your father's expectations.

You were supposed to represent your father at this wedding, a wedding where you could barely remember the bride's name of.

Surely enough it was another one of your father's acquaintances or whatever you call them.

Despite being all alone, you didn't have it in you to complain. Why would you? This is what you prefer, considering the fact that all these people were insincere.

And you proved your own case.

You couldn't help overhearing one of the bride's friends whispering behind your back.

"Do you think she even has a brain of her own? Or is she just a puppet for her dad?"

The words sliced through the polite chatter, cutting deeper than you wanted to admit.

You looked around consciously, feeling the night air getting colder than it already was.

You needed to get out of here, away from these feigned people.

You didn't wait around to hear more. You dropped the champagne glass on a nearby table and made for the exit, your heels clicking on the marble floor with hurried determination.

The Tokyo night swallowed you up as you slipped into the streets.

Your expensive gown was like a beacon in the dark, so you ducked into a narrow alley, your breath coming out in ragged bursts, with your own arms making their way to hug you, adding warmth from the cold night.

You didn't know where you were headed, only that it had to be far away from the life you were running from. But fate had other plans.

Your heel caught on the uneven pavement, sending you tumbling.

"Dammit!" You cursed, staring down at the broken shoe.

You were about to toss it aside when you noticed someone standing in the shadows, leaning against the cold brick wall.

You squint your eyes to get a clearer sight, but your breath soon was caught in your throat when you did.

He was tall, muscular, with a wild yet controlled air about him. His sharp eyes glinted under the dim streetlight, and a cigarette dangled lazily from his lips.

He watched you in silence for a moment before exhaling a cloud of smoke, his expression indifferent.

"Need help with that, princess?" His voice was low, calm-almost too calm.

You clenched your jaw, hating that you felt vulnerable. You weren't used to asking for help-especially not from someone like him. "I'm not a princess," you muttered, brushing your hair out of your face. "And yes... I think I do."

You hesitated, unsure if you should trust this stranger, but something about him felt... different.

He didn't belong in your world, and someone could tell just by a glance. However, you could tell he knew his way around this one.