𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑, 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐋𝐄. || 𝓶𝓲𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓮𝓵 𝓴𝓪𝓲𝓼𝓮𝓻.

❝𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓, 𝐑𝐎𝐒É.❞

❝𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐓.❞

[REMINDER TO READ THE IMPORTANT NOTE]

Fukui Rosé was born and served on a silver platter. She was left with her mother's wealth after she had taken her own life. Despite that, Rosé continued pursuing her dream, a far cry from her mother's. Volleyball was unrealistic but it kept her going.

Michael Kaiser was the definition of a black hole. Whoever comes, he devours. Yet for some reason, he was only able to keep still and watch her. The promises, the barriers he put up for himself finally cracked. All because of her existence. Why a girl?

After meeting him, everything seemed like a blur. Someone she wasn't able to understand, was the total opposite of her ideals. Someone so talented, so unapologetic, so egoistic; she wanted to make him kneel.

They were different from each other but they felt the same pain. A pain that continued to linger, a fear that haunted their lives. When they collided, a purple rose was born. An unspeakable chemistry.

Will she lure him into his misery or will she prick her own fingers while doing so?

IMPORTANT❗

[ Michael Kaiser × OC ]

[ This story will revolve around Fukui Rosé's point of view. In short, her story will be the main plot for a while before Michael Kaiser comes along. He will appear in Chapter 6. Take note of it, and if you don't mind it, proceed. ]