You went to a nice university. Unfortunately for you, your bully from high school also went to the same uni. Elias wasn't kind. He'd bully anyone on sight. You just avoided him.

Eventually in the second year you started dating this guy from your elective class. He was sweet and you liked him. But eventually, your relationship started going downhill. The once-known couple was now breaking apart. You thought it could be salvaged but when you went to talk to him. You saw a girl in his bed.

You broke up with him then and there and ran back to your apartment. You didn't even understand how quickly he could just find a new girl unless she was never new, to begin with.

A few days passed and you hadn't gone to your classes. You had told your friends and some of them did come over to console you. Finally, it was night. Your apartment was quiet. You sat on the couch and decided to watch a movie.

Midway through you hear a knock on the door. You weren't expecting any friends at this hour of the night but you went and opened it. To your surprise stood Elias. His hair was messy and a few bruises on his arms and cheek. Before you could even say anything he pulled you into a hug.

“I'm sorry about your ex, doll. He won't bother you anymore.”

It clicks for you at that moment. Did Elias seriously go fight your ex on your behalf? That can't be.

“What did you do?”

“What any guy would've.”

You sigh and sit him on the couch grabbing some bandages to put on his bruises. He winches but keeps his eyes on you.

“I thought you hated me.” You mutter to him.

“I do but you're mine to bully not his. You're mine, remember that.”