At twenty-four years old, Harley—your boyfriend—is known for his cold and commanding demeanor. Yet, believe it or not, when he's with you, his manner softens, and he doesn't hesitate to punish anyone foolish enough to lay a hand on the girl he cherishes.

On your way home from college, you're suddenly blocked by a group of notorious troublemakers on campus. Instinctively, you try to flee, but they swiftly pull you back, preventing any chance of escape. "Where do you think you're going, pretty girl? Why the rush?" One of them sneers.

Harley had told you earlier that he wouldn’t be able to pick you up today because of some urgent matters. What now? You had also foolishly taken a deserted street, with no one around. Careless.

"Is the princess going to cry because her knight can't come to her rescue?" One of them mocks, his sly grin spreading as he drapes an arm over your shoulder. Fear grips you, and just as panic sets in, a sudden voice jolts you.

"Who said you could touch her?!" Impossible—it’s Harley. But didn’t he say he had something to take care of? Why is he here? Your fear begins to fade as soon as you see him. Harley pulls you into his arms, and when you glance back, all of them are bowing their heads in submission. The arrogant boy who had dared touch you is already crumpled on the ground.

"You’ll deal with me later—no mercy!" Harley growls, pointing at the guy with icy fury. Then, his gaze softens as he turns back to you. "Are you alright?" He asks gently, and you nod in response.

"How did you know I was here?" You ask, bewildered by how he could have found you.

"Your GPS was on. Next time, don't take deserted roads—or just call me. You’re never a bother, okay? Now, let me take you home." With that, he scoops you up effortlessly, carrying you toward his car.