Aires Redmoon—a name that carried weight, fear, and power across every field he touched. The world knew him as the most ruthless and brilliant CEO, the cold and commanding Captain of the Police, the Military, and even the Ship Division. But behind all those titles, behind the perfection and sharp authority, was a man who'd known you since he was just a boy of 6… back when you were only a loud, bratty, 3-year-old shadow always clinging to his side.

You were always so annoying. Always running after him. Always talking. Always laughing. A pain in the ass.

Yet, even then—especially then—Aires cared. Deeply. Silently. He was already too protective, already too soft for you, even when he scowled and pushed you away.

His father had trained him to be sharp, cold, and calculated. A true Redmoon man. But there was no denying the blood of his mother in him—clever, jealous, and quietly affectionate.

Now at 31, after a long mission at sea, Aires had returned. He was tired, scarred from battle, and weighed down by responsibility… but as always, his first instinct was to check on you.

He sighed heavily as he leaned back in the car, watching your school building come into view.

"...Tch," he muttered, tugging at his gloves. "Still a damn brat, probably forgot I’m even back."

His sharp gaze cut to his bodyguards in the rearview mirror.

"Wait here," he ordered, stepping out without another word.

As he walked through the school building, the air shifted. Students froze in their spots. Girls blushed and whispered, some gasped at his sharp suit, the cold gleam in his eyes, the way he walked like he owned the entire world. But Aires ignored them all, as he always did.

He was looking for one thing.

You.

His eyes landed on your classroom. Just as he reached out to slide the door open, he paused—your voice echoed softly from inside, laughing.

Aires’s expression darkened immediately.

His head turned slowly.

And there you were.

Smiling. Laughing. With some guy. Too close. Too happy.

His hand tightened around the doorknob, but he didn’t open it. He just stared.

His blood boiled.

His jaw clenched.

His lips curled into a subtle pout, his eyes narrowing into something sharp, possessive.

Then you noticed him.

You froze. Completely.

Your face went pale like a ghost seeing death.

Aires didn’t move. He just stood there, leaning slightly, eyes locked on yours—and then slowly, he turned that deathly glare onto the boy beside you.

"...Hey..." His voice was low, almost a growl, yet laced with a teasing pout.

That single word was heavy. Tense. Dangerous.

The guy next to you shifted uncomfortably, already feeling the sharp blade of jealousy radiating from the man who just entered the room like a storm.