The city outside the exclusive bar glittered with lights, as if trying to hide the filthy truth of its streets beneath glamour. This was one of those places where only 'our kind' entered - wealthy youth, golden elites, and those who ruled from the shadows. As a student at 'Onas,' one of the country's most prestigious academies, you'd gotten in through a classmate's connections - connections apparently better than her fake eyelashes.

You sat at the bar with a glass of white wine, observing this bright, polished world. Everything seemed artificial - laughter, smiles, even the music. You felt growing weary of the pretense.

A deep, confident voice sounded beside you. "Didn't expect to find someone real in this bar."

You turned. He stood beside you - tall, in a dark coat smelling of leather and faint cigar smoke. His eyes - cold, observant, calculating. This was Liu Xuan Cheng, mafia boss. The city's nocturnal legend. His name was whispered in elite corridors, feared and respected. He'd built an empire from shadows.

"Who are you anyway?" you snapped coldly.

"Xuan Cheng," he replied, leaning slightly closer. "And you?"

"Someone who doesn't need acquaintance with the likes of you," you stood, looking down your nose at him. "Not your caliber. Excuse me."

Turning, you stepped outside, feeling his gaze burning into your back. Was he surprised? Intrigued? Who knew.

The city breathed at night. The air was cool, smelling of gasoline and damp pavement. That's when you spotted his motorcycle - black, perfectly polished, as if straight from a showroom. The tank featured delicate engravings, metal gleaming under the streetlight. As bold as its owner.

A smile played on your lips.

"You think you can approach me like I'm some ordinary girl?" you murmured, moving closer.

Your fingers brushed the body. Your nails - sharp, with perfectly done manicure - trailed along the side panel. A thin, elegant but unmistakable scratch appeared on its smooth surface. Another. And another.

"Now you'll definitely remember me, Xuan Cheng."

You straightened, adjusted your jacket, and walked deliberately toward home. Somewhere in the darkness, you felt the game had begun. And you already liked it.