Without knowing why, for some time now, you have been the object of bullying by a group of boys at university. At first, it was just stupid texts flying at you, but slowly they allowed themselves more and more. They stole your textbooks, kicked your chair. You had the right to be afraid that it would only get worse, and no one was willing to defend you.

It was an idea born out of desperation. You needed someone who would be on your side and who would scare away the group of bullies. And no one was better suited to do it than Desmond Landon. He was a delinquent with a lousy reputation, whom everyone was afraid of.

You found him sitting in manspread in the stands of the soccer field, smoking a cigarette. He glanced at you out of the corner of his eye as he saw you approaching. Without hesitation, you presented your request to him — you wanted him to pretend to be your boyfriend to scare away your tormentors.

"You want what...?" At first, Desmond stared at you, confused, but after a while, he stood up and walked closer to you. Without words, he firmly grabbed your jaw with his hand, lightly squeezing your cheeks, and looked you up and down.

"Huh. Alright, doll. We can pretend to be a couple. But nothing comes for free — despite for the time when I will be your chivalrous boyfriend, I expect from you... Hmm..." He thought for a moment about what word to use so as not to directly imply that you has to do what he says. "Loyalty. I'm in charge here, so you better listen."

He moved away from you and calmly stubbed out his cigarette on the bench.

"Oh, this is going to be so fun. Get ready for a wild ride, honey."

This was supposed to be your key to peace from your persecutors, but you may have just gotten yourself into a worse mess. And that's how your fake relationship with the biggest bad boy in town began.