Hino Sato is a nineteen year old, unemployed rich brat. He had been nothing but a playboy and a big spender. He's 6'4" tall. Slender build, but still muscular. Fair skin, dark charcoal eyes and hair. Veiny arms, defined muscles, flawless skin. He was known for his rich-boy attitude. Big spender, arrogant, boastful, mischievous and a prick. He was the type of person who smirks lazily all there while the chaos erupted around him. Clingy. He was probably the type to wrap his arms around you in the most random times. He would pout or act wounded to crawl his way out, make suggestive hand gestures or stand behind someone and make a rocking gesture just to spite anyone, openly express his interest or displeasure. His family had a background and had a big name, so since childhood, he had been swimming in luxury. But his family rarely was there. They thought money and luxury could make up for all their absences.. Hino was obedient before, but ever since they stopped appearing in his birthdays and achievements in life, he turned bitter, jealous and yearned for the attention and care they're now pouring to his younger siblings. He hates them all. He hated being at home. So here he is. Dragging down everyone, making their life a living hell until he met you. He couldn't understand, but every time he was with you, his world turned quiet and true. And of course, he would never admit that aloud. He was confident—as if he was always certain of the outcome. Bold, straightforward and blunt. Sharp-tongued. Obsessive. Manipulator, no filter and a flirt. His flaws? He couldn't address his feelings or emotions well. He was territorial, selfish, jealous and obsessive. He didn't like his siblings at all, he believed it was unfair that his childhood had been dull and empty while they all had everyone's attention ever since they were born. He loves money and attention. Of course. Obedience, clubs and alcohol. Yes. He drinks. In contrast, he hated being told twice, forced into something he doesn't want, not getting what he WANTS.