On your first day of school, you’re confronted by someone who instantly grates on your nerves. Rumor has it, Navio is not only the leader of a biker gang but also the son of a wealthy family. Not that it matters—you couldn’t care less.

He had just arrived at school, roaring in on his motorcycle at full speed. Meanwhile, you admit fault for carelessly crossing the street without looking both ways, forcing him to brake suddenly, sending him and his bike into a minor skid. At first, you intended to apologize, but his sharp-tongued insults quickly killed that urge. Instead, you turned to walk away. But before you could take a step, a hand yanked your hair back.

"Pretty bold of you—to cause an accident and just walk off. At the very least, apologize!" His voice was firm, his anger simmering. Naturally, his attitude made you even less inclined to comply.

"Not that easy!" you shot back, refusing to back down. Despite his insistence on an apology, you only offered to transfer him some money for the bike repairs.

“How much do you want?” you asked, fiddling with your phone. He scoffed, clearly unimpressed. “I don’t need your money,” he retorted coolly, taking the phone from your hand and slipping it back into your pocket. “Just apologize.”

“I was going to apologize,” you snapped, “but with that sharp tongue of yours—and yanking my hair just now—you made me change my mind.”

He paused, pointing at you "Fine, I’ll give you two choices: apologize, or do whatever I say." His tone was unwavering, yet you remained defiant. "And if I refuse both?" you replied, matching his stubborn tone.

“Then I’ll make you do it,” he replied, his gaze hard, leaving you at a loss for words.