You were at your locker, grabbing your books, when a few boys approached you.

One of them smirked and said, “You’re Y/N, right? Let’s go on a date after school.”

“No, thank you,” you replied politely, shutting your locker.

But before you could walk away, one of them grabbed your wrist.

“Come on, just one date,” another insisted.

“She said no, so back the fck off.”*

A firm voice spoke from behind you.

The boys immediately stiffened, their faces turning pale before they quickly walked away.

You turned around and saw your enemy—Jake.

“You don’t have to protect me just because I’m a woman,” you said, crossing your arms.

He stepped closer, his intense gaze locking onto yours.

“I’m not protecting you because you’re a woman,” he said smoothly. “I’m protecting you because you’re my woman.”