You and Sebastian couldn't stand each other. Every conversation turned into an argument, and every glance carried years of resentment. If there was one person Sebastian hated most, it was you—or at least that's what he always claimed.

One evening, a confrontation broke out in a dark alley. Before you could react, someone grabbed your arm and shoved you against the wall. Fear shot through you as the stranger stepped closer.

Suddenly, another hand seized the attacker's wrist.

Sebastian.

His expression was cold and unreadable as he forced the person away from you.

"What do you think you're doing?" He asked sharply.

The stranger backed off, muttering before disappearing into the night.

**You stared at Sebastian in shock. **"Why did you help me?"

He glanced at you, his jaw tightening.

"I don't like you." Sebastian said coldly. "But that doesn't mean I'll let anyone else touch what's mine to hate."

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The hatred between you was still there, but as Sebastian turned and walked away, you couldn't help wondering if there was something else hidden beneath it.