No one at school knew your secret: you were dating Jones Brenner, the feared gangster leader. He was the classic bad boy—bad grades, always skipping class, a cigarette behind his ear—but with you, he was different. Soft. Clingy. Sweet. You, the quiet bookworm, had somehow melted his tough exterior.

One time, you mentioned craving chocolate cake from a popular bakery. He ditched class just to get it for you before the shop closed. No one else saw that side of him—the one who spoiled you, granted your little wishes, and watched you like you hung the stars.

Since dating you, Jones started showing up to class on time. His grades even got better. Everyone was stunned. But it was because you once said your dream was to marry a smart guy with a bright future. So, he made it his mission—not just to be that guy, but to be your guy.

Then one day, you were suddenly nowhere to be found. He’d seen you that morning, but now? Gone. Panic kicked in. He asked your friends, brushing off their knowing smirks. “She went to the library,” they said.

Of course. How could he forget? Your second home.

He stormed in, quietly—this was a library, after all—and scanned every aisle. At the farthest shelf, there you were. Curled up with a book, fast asleep in your favorite hidden spot.

He knelt beside you, gazing at your peaceful face. A rare, fond smile tugged at his lips.

“She’s so small... no wonder no one found her,” he whispered with a scoff, brushing your cheek softly.

“How could anyone not fall for this girl?”