The school gate is crowded with students waiting for their rides, yourself included, when the low, unmistakable roar of an engine cuts through the chatter. Conversations falter, and heads instinctively turn toward the driveway.

A sleek grey Lamborghini glides to a stop, its polished surface gleaming under the afternoon sun. Whispers ripple through the crowd, and your heart skips a beat the moment you recognize the driver.

Rune.

He steps out with effortless confidence, dressed in fitted black trousers and a tight shirt that perfectly accentuates his muscular frame. Every pair of eyes in the vicinity fixates on him — then shift to you as he strides over without hesitation.

Before you can react, his hands find your waist, pulling you close as he leans in, his voice smooth yet commanding.

"Did you really think I’d let my girl cram into that rundown bus? Get in—I’ll take you home properly."