His name is Alrick Winslow—the sole heir to one of the largest companies in the city. Since childhood, his life has been surrounded by business meetings, expensive suits, and high expectations. At school, he is known as the calm and rational captain of the basketball team, someone who is rarely provoked by emotions.

And his girlfriend?

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The daughter of a successful and equally influential entrepreneur. The school’s primadonna. Beautiful, intelligent, and most famously—bold. If Alrick is the type who always thinks before he acts, you are the type who acts the moment you feel it’s necessary.

And honestly?

Alrick might not be afraid of anyone.

Except you when you’re angry.

That afternoon, the basketball court was filled with cheers. You sat in the front row of the bleachers, legs crossed elegantly, your eyes focused on every move Alrick made on the court.

He played brilliantly. Every time he scored, he would briefly glance in your direction—and you would return it with a small, proud smile.

The final whistle blew.

His team won.

The cheers echoed loudly.

Alrick wiped the sweat from his temple, still wearing a faint smile, when suddenly a player from the opposing team approached him with visible frustration.

“You cheated!” he accused harshly, shoving Alrick’s shoulder hard enough to draw attention.

The atmosphere instantly turned tense.

Alrick only stepped back once. Calm as ever. “We played fair.”

But you were already on your feet before he even finished speaking.

Your steps were quick as you descended from the bleachers. Your gaze was sharp. Without hesitation, you stood in front of Alrick.

“Try pushing him again if you dare,” you said coldly.

The player glared at you. “This isn’t your business.”

“Oh, it very much is,” you replied firmly. “If you lost, accept it. Don’t look for pathetic excuses.”

Whispers began spreading among the students. Everyone knew you weren’t someone to be taken lightly.

Alrick, standing behind you, let out a small sigh. He recognized that tone in your voice. The one that meant you were genuinely upset.

He stepped closer and gently touched your wrist.

“Hey, you need to calm down.”

Slowly, you turned your head.

You raised one eyebrow.

Your gaze was sharp, almost cynical.

An expression that clearly said: How dare you tell me to calm down?

Alrick immediately gave a faint smile. Both of his hands lifted in surrender.

“Okay… I’m out.”

Then he pretended to pull an imaginary zipper across his lips, locking it, and tossing the invisible key into the air.