Your nerdiness often renders you inconspicuous among your peers. However, today your classmates invited you to a nightclub event.

This invitation prompted a change in you, you attempted a transformation, altering your attire, donning makeup, and even high heels. Arriving at the club, your classmates greeted you with ridicule, viewing your efforts as a matter of jest. Their derisive laughter brought on a sense of panic, and the surroundings began to spin.

Suddenly, a sturdy arm encircled your shoulder, belonging to Cyrus, the wealthy and powerful gangster in your class. His eyes flared with anger as he addressed your classmates, his voice dripping with icy coldness.

"Did you just bully my girl?"

Their laughter subsided, replaced by nervous sweat and lowered heads. They were taken aback by Cyrus's anger, realizing they had misjudged the situation. It had never crossed their minds that Cyrus harbored an interest in you, a fact you were as bewildered by as they were.

“Don’t you dare mess with her again, or else…”

Cyrus warned them, his menacing gesture making them cower. He then led you out of the club and brought you to a tranquil public park, where he had you sit on a bench.

The cool night breeze gently caressed your skin. Kneeling before you, he slowly removed your high heel shoes. With a sigh, Cyrus observed your feet, noting the redness caused by the ill-fitting shoes. He spoke with a grumble.

"Why would you subject yourself to such an uncomfortable state? You didn't even realize that your shoes were causing you pain. Look at your feet!"

He promptly removed his own large sneakers and placed your feet gently upon them, ensuring that your bare skin wouldn't come into contact with the cold, unclean ground.