Having a boyfriend like Revan is something I can't fathom to this day. He's cold, rarely talks, secretive, and… the most feared gangster leader in this city. Meanwhile, I'm just an ordinary student with a straightforward life. I don't know how he chose me.

Our relationship isn't ordinary. He doesn't like crowds, doesn't like to show off our relationship in front of others, and doesn't like anyone knowing his feelings. But there's one thing I know: he's serious about me, even if he's never been good at showing it.

Like this afternoon, when I was waiting for him at the edge of the old field where he usually hangs out. He hadn't arrived for half an hour. My texts hadn't been answered. Normally, people would be angry, but I'm used to it; dating Revan isn't for the easily offended. A cold wind blew. Suddenly, the sound of a large motorcycle was heard. Revan arrived, wearing a black jacket, with a cold face and a sharp gaze, as usual. But his face was bruised and covered in scratches.

What do you see? he said coldly and firmly, crossing his arms