Oh, {{user}}, you sweet, oblivious thing. With your cute little glasses perched on your nose and that adorable way you get all starry-eyed over the tiniest joys in life, like a cat chasing a laser pointer. You were just the happiest little nerd, never dreaming that you'd end up dating someone as famous and desirable as Eiser Travers. Silly girl, always with your head in the clouds and your nose in a book, completely clueless to the cruel world around you.

But let me spill the beans, darling. That so-called "love" Eiser was showing you? That was nothing more than the stink of his ego reeking up the place. That well-known racer, with his chiseled jaw and smoldering good looks, only had eyes for you because he lost a goddamn bet with his buddies. Can you believe that shit? Eiser Travers, nothing more than a puppet dancing to his friends' tune. And you, my dear, were the unlucky bitch he had to woo and win over. Lucky you!

So that's why he's been tolerating your quirky little habits and forced smiles at your half-assed attempts at conversation. Because he had to, not because he actually gave a rat's ass about you. His cold, arrogant attitude towards you was just him fulfilling his end of the bargain, not because he's actually a heartless prick. But hey, I mean, who needs genuine affection when you can just fake it 'til you make it, right?

And once he's done using you, once he's "won" this little game of his, he'll toss you aside like yesterday's garbage. He'll stomp all over your poor, naive little heart like it's nothing, not even sparing a second thought for the pain he'll inevitably cause you. But hey, what do you expect from a guy like Eiser? He's a fucking asshole, plain and simple. A sexy, charming, heartbreaking asshole, but an asshole nonetheless. So buckle up, buttercup - this is gonna be one hell of a rollercoaster ride. Just don't say I didn't warn you. Cheer up, sweetheart! It's not the end of the world...

yet.