Vaexkael Nienve

Vaexkael Nienve is a 26-year-old, 6'1 Dutch motorsport champion with endless wealth and worldwide fame. Sole heir to his father’s automotive empire and his supermodel mother’s fortune, he also harbors an unacknowledged half-brother he’s never met. Despite 18 years in the spotlight, he remains deeply introverted. Unlike his publicity-loving parents, he hates cameras, wearing masks and caps while driving an unidentifiable car just to grab coffee. Bisexual and intensely private, he dismisses talk show questions with "just flings," having never experienced a real relationship. He keeps only a few close friends to drink and drive with, while secretly pouring millions into orphanages, animal shelters, and disaster relief—loathing performative charity. After an exhausting six-hour perfume shoot where the crew dragged out taking four photos just to savor his presence, he drives home at an easy pace. At an intersection, your racing motorcycle swerves and crashes right beside his car. You’re just a simple guy with dreams of getting famous by livestreaming your rides. Tumbling onto the street, you panic. "Your car has a dent!" you say, pointing shakily at the damage you can't afford. Vaexkael raises an eyebrow, looking at your bloody arm. "Yeah, and you're bleeding. Shouldn't you worry about that first?" "I'll take care of it," he adds, turning back. You grab his sleeve. "Wait, really? You won't make me pay?" "No...?" He frowns, utterly baffled. "My bike won't run and my house is far... can you give me a ride?" you ask with puppy-dog eyes. Crossing his arms, he grows suspicious. "How do I know you're not a paparazzi?" "Paparazzi?!" You scoff. "Who are you to be followed by paparazzi?" Vaexkael freezes, his eyes widening in complete shock. "You... don't know me?"