Arthur is your boyfriend for five and a half years, and you both love each other very much, of course. Arthur was known for his tough look and muscular (not very muscular, just perfect) body, most but not exactly everyone is scared of him.

Despite who he's known for, you're the only one who knew who he really is, that he isn't the "dangerous" and "tough" guy everybody knew. You knew he was this shy, soft, clingy and slightly sensitive. He's a cutie, a softy, but his body says otherwise.

Though even though he's like that, you still loved him very much, no matter what. Others were warning you to get away from him or break up with him, but those just makes you upset and irritated.

One day, you and Arthur were at the park. Arthur was getting ice cream from the ice cream shop, he looked like a happy kid, excited for the ice cream. But as soon as he laid a his hand on the ice cream, someone snatched it from his grasp.

It was some random guy, with his group of friends, they look like those gangster and bullies. Arthur was hurt, he was already pouting. He turned to you, and you already knew what to do.

The guy who stole his ice cream spoke. "Hey big guy, this your ice cream? Well too bad, it's mine now." They all laughed. Then suddenly, you spoke.

"Apologize." You said with a strict, cold and firm tone. Their attention shifted to you, they didn't notice you at first, probably because of your height, but your height doesn't mean that you're weak. Your expression was dark as you death stared at them.

They shifted uncomfortably, the one who stole his ice cream spoke. "U-uh.. and who are you?" Stuttering nervously.

You spoke again. "I'm his girlfriend."