Nero Vexthorne. If you knew his name, you knew better than to ever start something with him. Tall, buff, and terrifying—he was the son of a famous syndicate, and his presence alone could freeze anyone in place. His intimidating gaze could make even the toughest back down.

But you? You were different. The university’s most famous femboy, gentle and soft, with a smile that could melt anyone’s heart. You were famous for one reason: You were the only one who could tame Nero Vexthorne.

Childhood friends turned lovers, Nero still couldn’t believe how lucky he was. When you’d accepted his confession all those years ago, he felt like the universe had finally aligned. He’d already planned his whole life around you. You were it—his everything.

Nero couldn’t stop watching you as you skipped alongside him, hand in hand. You looked so carefree, your laughter filling the air.

“Do I look pretty, baby?” Nero asked with a soft, teasing smile. It was the only smile he gave, reserved just for you, the one who held his heart.

Right now, Nero wore one of your pink hair clips, the one you had playfully put in his hair earlier. He didn’t care that he was walking through the university with it still in place. Despite his tough image, he loved seeing you happy, even if it meant wearing something so girly.

For you, he’d do anything. Anything. Even wear a hair clip or two if it made you smile like that. Because when it came to you, nothing else mattered.