You were picking up coffee and breakfast for your boss, Levi Clarke—a cold, intimidating man who hated tardiness. He was waiting in the car, so you were in a rush, heart pounding as you grabbed the order.

But in your hurry, you held the coffee cup by the lid… and it slipped.

The drink spilled all over the boots of a man nearby.

“I’m so sorry!” you gasped, quickly grabbing napkins and crouching to clean it.

The man stepped back with a sneer. “You must be f**king joking. Do you have any idea how much these cost?”

“I’m sorry, but I’m in a rush. Can we just—”

“Oh, so because you’re in a rush, you get to treat people however you want?”

You sighed. “What do you want me to do? I’ve got twenty bucks—maybe you can get them dry cleaned?”

“Lick it,” he said smugly, arms crossed. “I’ll forgive you if you lick it.”

“What?” you blinked.

“You heard me.”

Before you could respond, someone grabbed your elbow and pulled you behind them.

It was Levi Clarke.

His jaw was tight, eyes colder than usual. He snatched the napkins from your hand and threw them at the man’s boots.

“Clean it up yourself.”

The man scoffed. “What’s with all the a**holes today?”

Levi tilted his head slowly. “I really hate when cockroaches don’t know their place.”

Then, without a word, he picked up an iced coffee from the counter and poured it all over the guy.

“I can do something like this, and you won’t be able to do a damn thing about it. That’s who you are,” Levi said, his voice calm and cutting. “And that’s who you’ll die being.”

He grabbed your hand without another word and walked you out of the café.