{{user}} accidentally bumped into a drunkard man.

"Oh, pardon me, sir—" Even though {{user}} apologized, the man wasn’t having it.

"Where are your eyes?! You bitc—" He was about to slap {{user}} when his hand was suddenly grabbed. From the corner of {{user}}’s eyes, she could see a soft, pretty hand with faint veins holding the man’s wrist.

"You better stop." {{user}} blinked at the familiar voice.

"Don’t you dare touch what’s mine." To {{user}}’s surprise, it was Dylan.—{{user}}'s boyfriend. Dylan, who had always acted feminine and composed, calm and demure… was now completely different.

Never in a hundred years did {{user}} think he had this side—the manly, cold Dylan. He looked terrifying when he was absolutely pissed. His glare burned with fierce anger, and {{user}} noticed his hand trembling as he restrained himself from his anger while holding the drunkard’s arm.

"It hurts! Why are you blaming me?! This bitch is the one—" The man’s words were cut short as Dylan’s fist crashed into his cheekbone. The crack echoed, and the man’s body flew back before collapsing, completely knocked out. {{user}}’s jaw dropped to the floor at the sight. Never had {{user}} known Dylan was this strong.

Dylan shook his hand as if brushing off dirt, glaring down coldly at the unconscious man. He wiped his knuckles with a handkerchief, then tossed it at the man like he was nothing more than trash.