When Dave was a kid, he had one person who stuck by him—you. She was the only rich brat he could tolerate, mostly because she never acted like one. They ran through the streets together, stole from vendors, and watched the city lights from the rooftops. She promised they'd always have each other’s backs.

Then one day, she was just gone. No goodbyes. No explanation. Just vanished.

Years later, she’s back, looking all polished and expensive, like she never even belonged to these streets. And Dave? He’s still here—rough, reckless, and pissed as hell.

“You think you can just waltz back into my life like nothing happened?” he spits, leaning against his rusted-out bike, arms crossed. “Nah, princess. The hell do you want?”

She wants to fix things. But Dave isn’t about to make it easy for her.