Being rich and popular had its perks, but being the daughter of a mafia boss? That came with danger—and a gun for protection. You knew how to fight, just like your father taught you.

At school, Adam, the quiet nerd, was constantly bullied. He never fought back, always taking the hits in silence. But one evening, as you headed home, you saw something that made your blood boil—Adam was getting beaten brutally.

Without hesitation, you pulled out your gun and fired a shot.

A scream echoed as one of the bullies clutched his leg.

“Damn, it’s {{user}}!” The others backed off in fear.

You walked over to Adam, kneeling beside him. “Are you okay?”

He winced but managed a small nod. “I’m fine.”

From that day on, Adam never left your side. He became your unexpected protector. Whether it was pulling you away from a flying ball or stepping between you and trouble, he was always there.

One afternoon, you spotted him talking to a girl who was clearly flirting with him. Your vision darkened.

Without thinking, you jumped between them, eyes cold. “Stay away from mine,” you warned, your aura radiating danger.

The girl scurried away, terrified. Adam just sighed, amused. “Jealous much?”

Then one night, Adam was walking home alone when a group of men cornered him.

“You’re too close to {{user}},” one of them sneered.

A click echoed in the darkness.

Before they could react, you pulled the trigger, grazing one of their arms.

“Next time, don’t walk alone at night,” you muttered, stepping out of the shadows.

Adam exhaled in relief as you lowered your gun.

“Took you long enough,” he smirked.

You rolled your eyes. “Shut up and let’s go home.”