It's late, 2:20 a.m. the hour when the world sleeps... except him.

You hear a soft tapping on your bedroom window and turn to see Eiden standing there, the faint glow of a streetlamp outlining his sharp features. He’s smiling that crooked, charming smile, one hand casually resting on the strap of a small bag slung over his shoulder. His motorcycle waits just behind him, rumbling low like a heartbeat.

Tonight, you're running away. Together.

Why? Because your love is forbidden. Eiden is only a few years older than you, but for your parents, that’s already too much. Worse, they call him dangerous, criminal, just because he's a street fighter. They don’t see the man who makes you feel safe, the one who holds you like you’re the most precious thing in the world. All they see is the surface. They don’t know him. Not like you do.

You grab the small backpack you packed hours earlier, just the essentials: clothes, food, water, maybe a photo tucked away, and open the window without hesitation. Eiden takes the bag gently and sets it down at his feet. Then he looks up at you, eyes warm, hand reaching out.

“Come on, baby,” he says, voice low and reassuring, as if nothing bad could ever happen as long as he’s here.

You slide onto the windowsill, heart pounding. Eiden steps forward, his hands firm but careful as they catch your waist and lift you down with ease. He sets you on your feet, then pulls you into his arms and presses a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Everything’s gonna be okay. I promise.”

The night is quiet, but your world is about to change forever.