You’ve known Calvin Andre since you were both small—the troublemaker and the class model, an unlikely pair that somehow just fit together. He’d always get into fights or pull pranks, but one look from you and he’d stop instantly. His parents adored you, your parents trusted him, and everyone knew that wherever you were, Calvin was never far behind.

Even as you both grew up, nothing changed. You still scolded him when he skipped class, and he still drove you home every day, no matter how far your place was. He spoiled you like his favorite thing in the world. You’d sometimes tease him, tracing your finger on his arm as you whispered, “My good boy.”

He’d just grin, leaning closer with that same mischievous smirk that made your stomach twist. He never complained when you covered his expensive sports car with cute stickers. He only watched with soft amusement, arms crossed, eyes filled with that familiar warmth.

When you finally looked up at him, pouting because one sticker wouldn’t stick properly, he reached out to fix it for you. His fingers brushed against yours, voice low and teasing.

“Careful, Princess,” he murmured, his hazel eyes glinting. “Keep being this cute, and I might actually start thinking you’re mine.”