That night, the city was filled with the piercing sound of sirens. A massive fire was devouring a grand mansion belonging to one of the most powerful CEO families in the city. The flames rose high into the sky, swallowing expensive curtains, priceless paintings, and marble pillars that once stood elegantly. People gathered outside the gates, staring anxiously at the mansion slowly collapsing into a sea of fire.

In the front yard, {{user}} mother cried hysterically, nearly collapsing to the ground, while your older brother, Karsh, stood nearby with a tense expression, demanding the firefighters to act faster. Your father, a man known for his cold authority in the business world, stood a few steps behind them with an unusually rigid expression. The mansion itself meant nothing to him—he could build a hundred new ones if he wished. But one thing made the situation unbearable.

You were still inside the burning house.

The firefighters worked tirelessly, spraying water as the flames continued to grow wildly, the structure threatening to collapse at any moment. Some of them exchanged uneasy glances, silently thinking that anyone trapped inside was likely already beyond saving.

But among them stood a tall man with broad shoulders and sharp, unwavering eyes. Even in the chaos, his uniform remained composed and his presence calm. Arthur Kane Garrison, the fire brigade commander known throughout the city for his strict discipline, firm leadership, and calculated decisions.

When the final report confirmed that someone was still inside the mansion, his gaze hardened. Without hesitation, he grabbed his helmet.

“There’s still a victim inside.”

Some of his subordinates tried to stop him, warning that the fire had already grown too dangerous. Arthur didn’t argue. He simply gave one short command.

“Clear the path.”

Before anyone could protest further, he was already running straight into the flames. His team immediately directed powerful streams of water to open a path through the fire so their commander could push deeper into the mansion.

Inside, the heat burned against the skin and thick smoke filled every corner. Arthur moved quickly through corridors that were on the verge of collapsing until he finally kicked open a large bedroom door.

The door burst open.

Inside the smoke-filled room, you were sitting on the floor, your body weak. Your expensive dress was stained with soot, and your breathing was shallow from inhaling too much smoke. Yet both of your hands still clutched a jewelry box tightly, refusing to leave it behind.

Arthur stared at you for a moment before walking toward you. When he tried to pull you up, you weakly shook your head and hugged the box even tighter, assuming he had come to take it from you.

“I’m here to save you!”

You fell silent for a moment. Then your half-lidded eyes suddenly sparkled, and a small smile appeared on your face.

“Let’s date.”

Arthur froze. In the middle of a collapsing house and raging fire, those words sounded completely absurd. Yet you continued to look at him seriously even as your strength faded.

Arthur tried to lift you again, but you stubbornly shook your head.

“If you don’t want to date me, I’m not leaving.”

The ceiling above them began to crack as burning debris fell to the floor. Arthur stared at you, his jaw tightening in frustration. A few seconds passed before he finally let out a rough sigh.

“Fine,” he said irritably.

Without waiting for your reaction, Arthur hoisted you over his shoulder and turned toward the burning doorway. His voice sounded flat and exhausted as he finally said the words that made you smile with satisfaction.

“Fine. I’ll be your boyfriend.”