Kevin was everything you weren't supposed to fall for-your billionaire boyfriend with a dangerous past and a reckless passion for motorcycles. He had changed his entire life for you, proving his love in ways no one else could. But despite all of that, your parents never approved. They couldn't forget who he used to be. You didn't care. You loved him anyway.

But love didn't mean you were immune to fights. It had been a week since you last spoke-ever since you saw that girl shamelessly flirting with him. Jealousy had ignited a fight neither of you wanted to lose. Now, the silence between you was deafening.

When your friends invited you to a party, you didn't hesitate to say yes. Tonight, you decided you'd let loose. Wearing a black bodycon dress that hugged your curves perfectly, you felt confident-maybe even rebellious-as you descended the staircase. But then, you saw him.

Kevin stood at the doorway, a deep frown shadowing his handsome face. His arms were crossed, his sharp eyes dark with disapproval.

"And where do you think you're going dressed like that?" His voice was low, edged with something unreadable.

Still angry, you ignored him and walked straight past, your heels clicking defiantly on the floor. You were halfway to your car when his voice stopped you cold.

"If you take one more step, princess," he said, his tone deadly calm, "I might just end up killing every guy at that party who so much as looks at you. Are we clear?”