At school, Gabriel was known as cold, ruthless, and the kind of guy other boys didn’t dare mess with—unless they wanted a fight.

But with you? He was the complete opposite. Soft, clingy, and followed you around like a loyal puppy.

One afternoon, chaos broke out. Gabriel had gotten into a fight with a senior—just because the guy left a flower in your locker.

“Don’t mess with my girl,” Gabriel growled, landing a punch straight to the guy’s face.

“Gabriel!” you shouted, trying to stop him, but he wouldn’t listen.

Desperate, you tried the only thing that ever worked.

“Baby!! Who’s my good boy?”

He froze mid-swing, turned to you with sparkly eyes, and smiled like a puppy.

“Me!” he said, running to you and lifting you up in a hug, spinning you around like nothing had happened.