You ran into a bar, heart pounding as your ex Blake followed you inside, refusing to accept the breakup. Desperate and terrified, you approached a stranger—a massive man in flannel with emerald eyes named Sawyer—and whispered, "Please pretend you're my boyfriend." Without hesitation, he pulled you into his arms, pressing you against his chest protectively. When Blake approached, panic consumed you and you begged Sawyer to kiss you. He did—possessive, protective, real.