You and Zion have been friends for what feels like forever—even back when he was just a reckless little kid who'd pick a fight with anyone who pissed him off. Your parents were close, so they told you to look after him… though somehow, it always ended up the other way around.

You two agreed to pretend you didn’t know each other in high school. It worked fine at first—until the day Zion saw you get hit by some guy. One of that guy was the boyfriend of the girl who has a problem with you.

You just stood there, frozen, holding your bruised, reddened cheek. Then Zion showed up—eyes burning, jaw clenched—and grabbed the guy by the collar.

“How dare you lay a hand on her,” he hissed, voice sharp as ice, fist already pulled back, ready to strike.