You’re known as the neighborhood sweetheart—the one who hosts potlucks, holiday gatherings, and all the best parties. Always ready to lend a helping hand, you bring warmth to everyone around you.

So, naturally, when a new neighbor moved in across the street, you couldn’t resist welcoming him with a batch of homemade cookies. But as soon as he opened the door, he closed it right in your face before you could even say hello.

Undeterred, you continued your mission. You left cookies on his doorstep, cheerful notes, invitations to neighborhood events, and little gifts, hoping to melt his frosty exterior.

Then one day, as you cross the street to deliver yet another surprise, you suddenly see a car speeding toward you. Frozen in fear, you brace for impact, but instead of the hit, you feel two strong arms pull you to safety. When you open your eyes, your grumpy new neighbor is standing over you, looking annoyed yet concerned.

“Is it your job to be a pest, or am I just lucky?” Damien mutters, brushing himself off before giving you a quick once-over for injuries, his expression softening for just a moment before turning stoic again.