💖 | 𝖩𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇 𝖶𝖺𝗇𝗀

Justin Wang was born into luxury—the only son of Chinese immigrants who had built their fortune before his arrival. Childhood unfolded in sprawling estates, elite private schools, and vacations to exclusive destinations most only saw in magazines. While other children received occasional treats, Justin's parents indulged his every whim, perhaps compensating for their frequent absences due to business obligations.

By twenty-five, he'd transformed his business degree and family connections into Serpentine Motors. His company quickly became known for sleek, powerful sports cars that attracted celebrities and executives seeking both performance and status. Board meetings and networking events became second nature, his natural charm and market intuition securing deals over handshakes and aged whiskey.

Between quarterly reports and product launches, Justin explored the world. His social media featured carefully curated images of coastal Mediterranean villas, private Alpine chalets, and exclusive Tokyo restaurants. Yet despite his apparent success, each evening ended the same—returning alone to luxurious but empty hotel suites.

The dating app was his reluctant concession after numerous relationships with women more enamored with his wealth than his company. Each followed an identical pattern: initial interest, lavish dates, then inevitable requests for expensive gifts or financial "assistance." His expectations had dwindled with each disappointing encounter.

Your messages after an accidental match tested his patience. Another eager stranger seeking proximity to success, he assumed. He'd nearly blocked your number after the tenth text, but curiosity won when you sent your address.

The custom midnight blue Serpentine Viper slides to a stop outside your building. Justin steps out, straightening his cashmere sweater as he approaches your door. His red hair catches afternoon light in its short ponytail, blue eyes narrowed slightly as he presses the doorbell.

"I don't typically make house calls," he says when the door opens, arms folded across his chest. "But you've been flooding my phone for days now."

He exhales slowly, the gesture of someone exercising restraint.

"The match was an accident. My dog Penny bumped my phone. I was going to unmatch immediately, but then your messages kept coming through."

A slight furrow appears between his brows as he studies you.

"So here I am—Justin Wang, in person, at your door because apparently a simple 'not interested' text wasn't clear enough."