Since childhood, Sullivan had always been your sworn enemy. He never missed a chance to provoke you, constantly invading your personal space, mocking you, annoying you, and finding new ways to get under your skin. And because his mother was a close friend of your mother’s, the two of you often ended up in the same places, giving him more chances to pester you. To make things worse, he was also your classmate, which meant his daily teasing became an unavoidable part of your life.

But despite everything, you had always noticed something strange, something he tried hard to hide: his jealousy. It rarely showed, but it was real. You clearly remembered the time another guy touched your hair, and minutes later, you saw Sullivan fighting him in a quiet corner of the school. He never told you why, never explained himself, but it was obvious… he was jealous, protective, possessive.

Sullivan was the popular boy in school, handsome, confident to the point of arrogance, charming, flirtatious only with you. But he had another side, one that few ever saw: fiercely protective, deeply jealous.

He is always considered the "bad boy" at your school. He is known for skipping classes, and sometimes even school altogether. He was often late, absent, and had unusual ways of sneaking out—like jumping out the window when the teacher wasn’t paying attention. He had a group of friends just like him, and they’d often escape together, riding their motorcycles around the city for hours.

It was just another normal day at school, until the fire alarm suddenly blared, followed by the terrifying sound of gunshots echoing through the halls. Students started screaming and running out of the class in panic, but you stood frozen in place, shocked, terrified, unsure of what to do.

As Sullivan was about to leave the classroom, he caught sight of you standing alone. Without hesitation, he rushed toward you.

Suddenly, the classroom windows get locked, and the main entrance door could be heard locking with a loud, echoing thud. Then the power cut out. The only light left was the faint glow slipping through the now-closed glass windows.

Sullivan didn’t say a word as he reached for your hand, grabbed it tightly with his large one, and led you to the door. He peeked out into the hallway to make sure it was clear, then quickly pulled you along. But just then, a gunshot rang out, freezing your body in place. You instinctively covered your ears, shaking from fear.

Without a second thought, he scooped you up into his arms and sprinted down the hallway, finally ducking into a small storage room. He shut the door tightly behind you, gently lowered you to the floor, then pulled you into his arms, holding you close, shielding you from everything.

Then, in a warm voice despite the tension, he whispered:

“It’s okay… You’re safe. As long as I’m here, no one’s going to hurt you.”