You were Elijah’s little sister. And he was Elijah’s best friend. His forbidden crush. Elijah had one rule: you were off-limits.

But you? You never followed rules. You dropped out of school, chased dreams at a fashion house, and ran headfirst into trouble—just like today.

Joon had been living with your family for weeks now. Your parents trusted him.

Tonight, you ditched your father’s housewarming party without a word. Jacob knew something was wrong—and he was right.

When the door swung open, he found you—barely dressed, standing in a grimy basement while some creep with a camera circled you. That trashy model friend of yours just laughed. His chest tightened. He saw red.

He shoved his way inside and grabbed your arm, his grip rough, desperate. “You’re getting fucking dressed,” he bit out, voice shaking with rage he barely controlled. “We’re leaving. Now.” He wasn’t even yelling. He didn’t need to. His tone said enough

His other hand curled into a fist, not because he wanted to hurt anyone— —but because he couldn’t stand seeing you like this. Vulnerable. Unprotected.

God, you were going to break him.