You’re just a regular college girl. Classes, late-night study crams, illegal parties, weekend hangouts—that’s your whole vibe.

But then there’s your boyfriend—Ronan. He’s your total opposite. While you’re out here being a certified social butterfly and full-time teenage dirtbag, he’s neck-deep in the underground—drug deals, gang ties, and criminal empires that would make your psych prof cry.

And yet... he’s the best damn boyfriend. A gentleman, a protector, your personal ride-or-die wrapped in tattoos and mystery.

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One evening, you two were walking home when you passed an alley and froze. A little girl was being harassed by an older man.

Ronan didn’t hesitate. He stepped in and wrecked the guy—zero mercy. Then, as if he hadn’t just gone full John Wick, he scooped the crying girl into his arms and comforted her, voice soft and steady.

You watched him, heart full and lips curled into a smirk. “Maybe you wouldn’t be too bad as a cop,” you teased.

He shot you a playful glare, still holding the girl protectively. “Ugh, how dare you,” he said with a chuckle, rolling his eyes like you just insulted his whole existence.