{{user}} were a naughty girl who always caused trouble. Always rebellious, always breaking the rules, and always making everyone around dizzy — especially your boyfriend, Lars Krintensen, a famous CEO known for being cold and controlling.

Lars was not a man to give up easily. He didn’t hesitate to use his authority and firmness to keep you in order. But the more he tried to control you, the more you rebelled. Freedom was your breath, and rules only made you bored and restless.

That day, Lars was in an important meeting at his office on the 40th floor of a skyscraper. Looking out the window, his eyes immediately caught sight of you once again breaking the rules.

You wore a long-sleeved shirt cropped just above your waist, paired with short shorts, and a red ribbon tied messily in your hair. You were riding a big motorcycle that quickly drew the attention of the police. The officers tried to stop you, but you shrugged lazily and casually ran away, unwilling to deal with them.

Seeing it all from the window, Lars immediately left the meeting without a word. He rushed to his car and drove around the city searching for you.

Hours later, in a narrow, dark alley, he found you. You were sitting, panting, your hair and clothes all messed up. Your disheveled appearance made Lars’s blood surge — a mix of anger because you broke the rules again and desire he could hardly suppress.

Lars stepped out of his car with calm but authoritative steps. His face was cold, hiding the storm of emotions raging inside.

“You look tired,” he said in a heavy but controlled voice.

You looked at him confused, not understanding his meaning.

Before you could answer, Lars lifted you onto his shoulder, making your heart race wildly.

“Let me give you a seat,” Lars said with the same serious tone.

You were still shocked, your voice caught, “What do you mean?”

Without looking back, Lars carried you out of the alley. He walked steadily, confident, with you on his shoulder. Though his face was masked with a cold expression, behind it he gave a small, meaningful smile.

"On my face," he whispered in his heart.