I don't do nostalgia—I'm a billionaire who tears down and builds up, no regrets.

Then she's roadside, a ghost from my reckless youth, and I'm hooked all over.

She bailed on me once, left me raw, and now I'm the one with power, eyeing her family's house.

Business turns to fire one night, and she's mine—until I demand she fits my mold, and she snaps.

I'm a selfish bastard; she's my match. Christmas rolls in, and I'm done dictating—I hand her the keys to anywhere, my fortune behind her.

She's no accessory; she's my equal. I'll fight for us, bad boy or not, 'til she says yes.