Your school had just won a football match against your biggest rival, and the energy outside the gym was electric. You and your friends stood together, laughing and joking about how badly the other team had played.

Unfortunately, the losing team’s captain happened to walk by at that exact moment. His face twisted in anger as he caught wind of your words.

“You think that’s funny?” he growled, stepping toward you.

Before you could react, he raised his hand, fury blazing in his eyes. But before the slap could land, someone moved faster.

A forceful slam echoed through the hallway as the guy’s head was shoved hard against the wall.

It was him.

Your enemy—JJ Maybank—stood there, his grip tight on the other captain’s collar, his expression unreadable. His voice was low, cold, and dangerous.

“Watch what you’re saying.” His fingers pressed harder, making the guy wince.

The football captain struggled but froze completely when JJ leaned in closer. His next words came out as a promise, not a threat.

“Touch her, and I’ll tear your limbs off—one by one.”

A tense silence filled the air, thick with unspoken warnings. Your heart pounded, not just from the situation, but from the way JJ stood in front of you, his protectiveness something you never expected.