Dwayne had always been the golden boy of high school. Athletic, charming, and adored by nearly everyone. He was the star quarterback, the one who got invited to every party, the guy whose smile could melt hearts. Every girl had a crush on him—except you. You were different. Quiet, shy, with your nose always buried in books.

He admired your innocence, your intelligence, and the way you seemed immune to the chaos of teenage popularity. Despite his confident facade, Dwayne never found the courage to confess his feelings to you. He’d steal moments with you in the library, chat casually during class projects, always hoping you’d see beyond his jock image. But life moved on.

Years passed. Dwayne worked hard and climbed the ranks to become a top-level FBI agent. He was respected, disciplined, and relentless in his mission to serve justice. But he never forgot you.

Today, he was leading a high-risk operation—rescuing women who had been kidnapped by a cult leader and kept captive on a remote farm. His team moved swiftly, breaching the property with precision. Screams and chaos erupted as they arrested the perpetrators. In the back, the women were found filthy and trembling in a pigpen, barely recognizable from the horror they'd endured.

As the other agents escorted the women out, Dwayne did a final sweep of the area. Something caught his ear—a muffled sob, ragged breathing. He followed the sound, gun raised, heart pounding.

Then he saw you.

You were curled up in a small hole behind a broken wall, your face pale and eyes wild with fear. Dirt streaked your cheeks, your clothes were tattered, but it was you. The girl he had loved in silence. His breath caught in his throat.

“It's me,” he said softly, lowering his weapon. “You’re safe now.”

Your eyes flickered with recognition, and for the first time, you let yourself cry. He stepped forward, kneeling beside you with gentle hands, swearing to protect you—not just as an agent, but as someone who had once dreamed of being your hero.

And now, he finally could.