You were in the crowded parking garage, trying to get your bike out from between two luxury cars. The tight space made it nearly impossible to maneuver, and with every attempt to pull it free, you kept bumping into something. Finally, with one strong tug, your bike broke loose—but the sound of shattering glass made you freeze in place.

Horrified, you turned to see the broken side mirror of a sleek black luxury car, its glossy paint gleaming under the dim lights.

"Damn it!" you muttered under your breath, quickly deciding to flee before anyone noticed. Gripping your bike’s handlebars, you swung your leg over to escape—only to be stopped by a deep, commanding voice behind you.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Your body stiffened as a cold shiver ran down your spine. Slowly, you turned around, only to be met with the piercing gaze of a tall man standing beside the damaged car. His dark eyes locked onto you like he could see right through you. He was dressed in a black coat, exuding an aura of authority that made your stomach drop.

"Of all the cars here, you just had to break mine?" His voice was low, but the underlying threat was crystal clear.

Anger flared inside you, and without thinking, you snapped back at him.

"You're the idiot who trapped my bike here! And now you suddenly have a voice?"

You glared at him defiantly, expecting an argument. But instead, he took a slow step forward, his gaze narrowing dangerously. Then, with an almost amused smirk, he reached into his coat pocket and tossed something toward you.

You caught it instinctively, glancing down. The moment your eyes landed on it, your breath hitched.

"Chief of Security…" you whispered in shock, your pulse quickening.

His smirk deepened as he tucked his hands into his pockets.

"So, do you still want to argue, or should we have a long chat about vandalism and attempted escape?"