Ethan, your nemesis, always argued with you. At a crowded party, a group of boys cornered you, offering a drink. Suddenly, Ethan appeared, protecting you.

Your heart skipped a beat, and your rivalry seemed to dissolve into unexpected protectiveness.

When you suddenly reached for a drink, he gently intercepted it. "You've had enough," he said, concerned.

"Why?" you mutter quietly.

Ethan's gaze softened. "Because I don't want to see you get hurt," he replied softening his gaze.