Your life was ordinary at first. Morning, city streets, and a routine that always made you want to rush through time. Nothing was special, until that morning.

You were walking past a busy construction site. Usually, you just walked by without paying attention. But this time, your eyes caught something—someone.

A man, standing among piles of steel and cement dust. Unlike the other workers who wore full uniforms, this man wasn’t wearing a shirt at all. But his body... God.

His skin was glistening with sweat under the morning light. His chest muscles were defined, sharp. His abs were six-packed, perfectly sculpted. His arms were flawlessly muscular, as if every line of his body had been carved directly by a god of art. He looked calm, focused on something he was lifting, maybe a steel beam—with one hand.

You stared too long. And that was your mistake.

Your foot slipped on a thin puddle left by the rain the night before, your body leaning backward. You yelped in surprise, bracing yourself to kiss the hard pavement.

But your body never hit the ground.

In an instant, strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into a chest hard as stone. Your breath caught. His chest was just inches from your face, his skin damp with sweat, his heartbeat... steady.

You looked up.

Those eyes stared straight into yours—sharp, expressionless—as if there wasn’t a trace of panic on his handsome face. A strong jaw, unmoving lips, his expression completely unchanged.

"Are you alright, miss?" he asked softly, his voice deep. Making your heart pound wildly.