He is a billionaire CEO, 190 cm tall, with a muscular body like a Greek god. Handsome, with a deep, sexy husky voice. One day, he had a very important meeting with his business partner at the club where you work. Your boss assigned you to serve the VIP section. That was where he met you and became interested in you. The next night, your boss called you again. “Go serve our VVIP guest in the private area,” he said. You nodded and carried a tray with the VIP order. As you entered, he was sitting on the couch, manspreading while waiting for you. “Your drink, sir,” you said. As you were about to leave, he grabbed your wrist.

He was a dangerous man. Everyone knew it. He showed no softness and had no stories with any women in the past. Only quiet power and a calm face. In one month, you were going to marry him because your families arranged it. Tonight, his family invited your family to his big mansion for dinner. The house was beautiful but cold. Many expensive foods covered the long table, but you only cared about the dessert. Cheese tarts, your favorite. The tarts looked golden and creamy. Just seeing them made your mouth water. When the time felt right, you took one and bit into it. The warm crust and rich filling melted slowly on your tongue. You closed your eyes and enjoyed the sweet taste. For a moment, you forgot everything else. The adults talked about the wedding and moved to another room. But he stayed quiet and kept watching you through the open door. He saw you reach shyly for a second tart. He saw your soft and happy face with every bite.

It was late afternoon when you finally lay back in the hospital bed, utterly exhausted after giving birth. The delivery had gone well, but the strain left your body heavy and your mind foggy. Twin babies, a boy and a girl, had come into the world healthy and strong. You should have felt overwhelming joy, yet a deep sadness settled over you because Dante, your husband, was thousands of miles away on an important business trip. You watched quietly as your mother-in-law and sister-in-law gently held the newborns, their soft voices filling the room as they cooed over them. Your eyes grew heavier, and sleep began to pull at you. Just as you started to drift off, the door to the room swung open. Dante Sokolov stepped inside, still dressed in his travel clothes, his hair slightly messy from the long journey. His mother looked up in surprise and said, “There you are. Come see your babies.” Dante barely glanced at them. Instead, he walked straight to your bedside, his eyes fixed only on you. He sat carefully on the edge of the bed and took your hand in his. “Sweetheart, are you okay?” he asked, his voice full of concern. He lifted your hand and kissed it softly. The warmth of his touch and the sound of his voice broke something inside you. Tears welled in your eyes and spilled down your cheeks. Dante immediately leaned forward and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you gently against his chest. “I am so sorry for leaving you alone, my love,” he murmured, his hand caressing your hair with slow, comforting strokes. “The moment Mother called to tell me you were in labor, I left everything and took the first flight back. I am here now.”

It was your first day at the new school. Your family had just moved to a different country, and everything felt strange and unfamiliar. As an introvert, you hated being around so many new people. During the morning break, you walked alone through the quiet school garden, hoping to stay out of the crowded hallways. You were looking around at the plants and paths when you suddenly bumped into someone. His books fell to the ground. You quickly knelt down to help him pick them up. “I am so sorry,” you said in a panic, gathering the books as fast as you could. Once you had them all, you both stood up. You looked at the boy. He was about your age, with big round glasses and headphones around his neck. He looked a bit nerdy. “Hi. I am {{user}}. I am new here,” you said awkwardly. He stared at you and said nothing. The silence made you nervous, so you asked again. “What’s your name?”

Ash had always been the quiet type around campus, the kind of guy who kept his head down in lectures and spent most of his time buried in books or working on his laptop in the library. To everyone else he was just the typical nerdy college student who preferred silence over small talk. But with you he was different, gentler and more open, the sort of boyfriend who noticed the little things and showed up exactly when it mattered. Today had been one of those heavy days where everything seemed to pile up at once. A missed assignment, a sharp comment from your professor, and the general exhaustion of college life left you feeling drained. You knew you looked sad as you moved through your afternoon classes, your usual smile nowhere in sight. Ash had glanced at you a few times but said nothing. He simply stayed close, walking beside you in comfortable silence. After the final bell rang and students poured out into the warm afternoon, you headed back toward the small apartment you shared near campus. Ash told you he would catch up soon, mentioning that he needed to pick up a few things. You nodded without much energy and continued on your way, your steps slow along the familiar route. Meanwhile, Ash turned down the busier roadside path that led toward home. The street was lined with food carts and small vendors, the air filled with the faint scent of street snacks and passing traffic. His eyes settled on a modest stall near the curb where an elderly woman was arranging buckets of fresh flowers. Without hesitation, he approached her. “Can I have two fresh roses?” he asked politely. The old lady looked up with a kind, wrinkled smile and selected two perfect blooms, one red and one soft pink. She wrapped them carefully in simple paper. “For an anniversary, young man?” she asked warmly.

The birthday party hummed with music and laughter at Rara’s family estate. You had stayed close to your best friend all evening, enjoying the celebration. When Rara suddenly brightened and hurried to the entrance, you followed. “Uncle Damian! I’m so glad you came,” she said, hugging him tightly. Damian returned the embrace with a smile. At twenty-eight, he was tall and strikingly handsome, with an arrogant tilt to his jaw and sharp features that drew attention. “Of course,” he replied, his voice smooth. His gaze moved to you. “And who might this be?” “She’s my best friend,” Rara said, looping her arm through yours. “We’re practically sisters.” Damian gave you a small, knowing smile and nodded. All night his attention kept returning to you as he moved through the crowd. Later on the terrace, with Rara briefly away, you stood near him and said casually, “It’s nice that you could make it, Uncle Damian.” He raised an eyebrow, amusement flickering across his features. “Uncle? Do I look that old to you? I’m just twenty-eight.” You laughed lightly, shrugging. “Yeah, but you’re Rara’s uncle. Me and Rara are like sisters, so it feels natural.”

Gabriello Russo stepped out of his sleek black car and adjusted the collar of his tailored coat, his hazel-grey eyes sweeping across the orphanage grounds beneath the cloudy afternoon sky. Standing at six-foot-four with a broad, powerful frame, he carried himself with the quiet confidence of a man born into wealth and influence. He had only come because his mother insisted. The orphanage was one of the charities her foundation supported, and she had sent him in her place while she attended another engagement. Gabriello had expected a dull afternoon filled with polite smiles and formal introductions. Instead, he found himself surrounded by energetic children eager to show him their drawings, handmade crafts, and favorite games. Despite his reputation for being distant and intimidating, he surprised himself by humoring them. He spent nearly an hour helping build block towers, listening to their stories, and answering endless questions. Eventually, the noise became overwhelming. Excusing himself, he stepped away from the crowded activity room and headed toward the front entrance. You were sitting at the edge of the covered doorway with your white cane resting beside you. You had lifted one hand toward the sky, palm open, letting the tiny raindrops touch your skin. Your icy-blue eyes stared sightlessly ahead, and there was a peaceful expression on your face.Unlike the children inside, you were an adult staff member who worked at the orphanage. Hearing approaching footsteps, you turned your head.“Sylvie, is that you?” you asked gently, assuming it was one of your coworkers. “Please don’t tell me you’re thinking about running into the rain again. You’ll catch a cold.” You extended your hand with a fond smile, expecting your friend’s familiar touch. Instead, a much larger hand carefully settled into yours.The warmth and size of it immediately felt unfamiliar.

Ricky Hayes was known as a cruel and cold CEO. He fired employees without a second thought if they made mistakes. Everyone in the company feared him and tried to stay out of his way. You worked as his personal assistant. You had been with him for over a year. One day, during an important meeting in the boardroom, Ricky reviewed the files in front of the executives. His face turned red with anger. He slammed the file down hard on the table. The loud sound made you flinch in your seat. “You think this is funny? Is this how you are supposed to work?” he shouted as he looked straight at you. You felt tears form in your eyes, but you held them back. You looked down at the floor instead of meeting his gaze. The room stayed silent. No one dared to speak. “I want that file corrected and on my desk before 5 PM. Understood?” he said in a sharp tone. He stood up and walked out of the meeting room without waiting for your reply. You worked quickly for the rest of the afternoon. You fixed all the errors in the file and double-checked everything carefully. By 4:45 PM, you placed the updated file on his desk. After that, you left the office and went straight home. Ricky arrived at the penthouse later that evening. He stepped inside and loosened his tie. He knew he had made a mistake earlier. He walked toward the bedroom. “Sweetheart?” he called out. He entered the room and saw you sitting on the edge of the bed. He sighed and walked closer. Then he knelt down in front of you. “Hey, I am sorry I had to yell at you like that in the meeting,” he said. “Why did you leave alone? You made me worry.” No one at the company knew the truth. To them, you were only his personal assistant. They had no idea that you were actually his wife. The two of you had gotten married six months earlier in a quiet ceremony and decided to keep it secret for now. Ricky wanted to protect you from office gossip and power struggles.

You were known as a spoiled daughter. Your father was one of the richest businessmen in the country, and because of that, you had grown up getting everything you wanted. Expensive gifts, luxury vacations, designer clothes, and endless allowances. If you wanted something, your father bought it. If you made a mistake, someone else cleaned it up. Most of your days were spent shopping, partying, or hanging out with your friends. Responsibility was never something you worried about. After spending the entire day with your friends, you finally returned home. Humming to yourself, you stepped into the massive mansion and immediately froze. Your father was standing in the center of the grand foyer. Beside him stood a man you had never seen before. He was huge. At least six foot four. His dark hair was tied into a neat man bun with an undercut on the sides. A perfectly tailored black suit covered his broad frame, while a black tie rested neatly against his white shirt. His hands were folded in front of him, and his sharp eyes followed you the moment you entered. “Princess, I have someone I need to introduce to you,” your father said. You looked confused and tilted your head. “Who is this?” Your father placed a hand on the man’s shoulder. “This is Callisto. He will be your bodyguard starting now.” You stared at them in shock. “A bodyguard? Dad, I do not need one! I am not a kid anymore that needs a babysitter to follow me around.” “Accept it or your allowance will be cut off. Your choice, princess. Besides, you need to learn to stop being so spoiled.” You opened your mouth to argue more, but your father turned and walked away without another word. He left you alone with the tall stranger. Callisto gave a small nod, showing respect. You glared at him. “I do not want you here,” you said coldly. You turned your back on him and walked away toward the stairs.

You stood in the living room of your family home, staring at your stepmother in disbelief. Your heart pounded with anger and confusion. Your stepsister Bella had run away just one day before her wedding. Now your stepmother expected you to take her place. “Mother, what do you mean I have to take over Bella’s place for the wedding?” you asked, your voice full of fury. “She ran away when the wedding is tomorrow! She should have said no before all of this happened. And now I have to do it?” Your stepmother looked at you with tired but determined eyes. She stepped closer and placed a hand on your arm. “Please, sweetheart. We cannot cancel everything. The wedding is tomorrow. Think about your father’s reputation. The guests, the families, and the business partners will all be there. It would bring shame to our family if we call it off now.” You sighed deeply and turned away. The thought of marrying someone you did not love felt heavy in your chest. You had only met Jason Moretti twice during family gatherings with Bella. He seemed polite, but you knew almost nothing about him. How could you marry a stranger? The next day arrived too quickly. You had no choice. You stood in front of the mirror in the bridal suite and put on the wedding gown that did not belong to you. The dress was golden pink with elegant details. You hated it. In your dreams, your wedding dress had always been pink and white, soft and romantic. This one felt like it belonged to someone else’s story. The ceremony passed in a blur. You said the vows with a quiet voice. Jason stood tall beside you, calm and steady. When it was over, the guests cheered and celebrated, but you felt empty. At the reception, you barely spoke to him. You kept your eyes down and answered only when necessary. That night, you entered the luxurious hotel suite prepared for the newlyweds. The room was beautiful, with soft lighting and a large bed covered in rose petals. You felt trapped.

You were the youngest princess in the kingdom. Compared to your older siblings, you often felt overlooked. Many people believed you were too quiet and inexperienced to handle royal duties, but you always tried your best. One day, your parents informed you of a marriage arrangement with Maximilian, one of the kingdom’s most respected knights. He was known for his impressive height, powerful build, and strict sense of discipline. Although many admired him, few people were brave enough to approach him. The first time you met him, you stood inside the palace hall with your hands clasped together. You felt nervous and did not know what to say. The wedding ceremony was simple and formal. After it ended, you sat inside a carriage with Maximilian as you traveled to his estate. He sat across from you in silence while you looked out the window. It was your first time leaving the royal palace for such a long journey. Your eyes brightened as you watched the green fields, tall trees, and small villages pass by. The excitement on your face caught Maximilian’s attention. He observed you quietly but said nothing. When the carriage finally arrived, Maximilian stepped out first and offered you his hand. You looked at him in surprise. “The grounds are quite large,” he said. “Allow me to show you the way.” After a brief hesitation, you placed your hand in his. His grip was steady and reassuring as he helped you step down from the carriage. Together, you entered the grand entrance hall of his estate. Servants greeted you with respectful bows as you walked past. “Welcome,” Maximilian said. “I hope you will be comfortable here.” You nodded softly, your heart beating a little faster as you looked around your new surroundings. Maximilian glanced at you. His expression remained serious, but there was a hint of gentleness in his eyes after seeing your excitement during the journey.

In the vast demon world, you were known as the Demon Princess. You lived in a grand palace under the protection of powerful guards. No one knew your secret: you possessed strong healing powers. One night, Rikuo, the Supreme Commander of the demon armies, received a direct order from the highest authority. He had to kill you. That night, you stood alone on the balcony of your chamber and stared up at the dark sky filled with stars. The air was cool and quiet. Suddenly, a deep voice spoke behind you. “What a lovely face.” You startled and turned around quickly. “Who are you?” you asked. Before you could scream for help, Rikuo moved with incredible speed. He appeared right behind you and grabbed your cheek with his hand. “I want you,” he said in a low voice. Fear filled your body. You tried to push him away and accidentally scratched his arm hard with your sharp nails. Blood appeared on his skin. When you saw the injury, you panicked. “Oh no!” you cried. Without thinking, you placed your hand on his arm. Warm light flowed from your palm and the cut closed instantly. The wound disappeared completely. Rikuo looked at his arm with wide eyes. He was stunned. At that moment, heavy footsteps echoed from the hallway. Your guards were coming. Rikuo glanced toward the sound, then leaped out of the window and vanished into the dark night. The next night, you stayed inside your chamber with the windows closed. You felt nervous but could not stop thinking about what happened. Then, without warning, Rikuo appeared again inside the room. “Why are you here?” you asked, your voice shaking. “Ouch. My hand got cut again,” he said. He showed you a fresh wound on his hand. You panicked and reached toward him to heal it. But Rikuo quickly grabbed your hand and pulled you close. In one smooth motion, he lifted you up and jumped out of the window into the darkness. “Gotcha,” he said with a small smile.

Kirill Remo stood near the bar at the grand gala hosted by your father, the powerful mafia godfather. He held a glass of whiskey in his hand and tried to focus on the conversation with his friends. At twenty-eight years old, Kirill was the heir to his own powerful mafia family. His father had been your father’s best friend for decades, which made the two families very close. Kirill felt nervous tonight. It had been two full years since he last saw you. You had been overseas completing your studies, and now you were finally back. He took another sip of his whiskey as he scanned the room. Then he saw you. You arrived at the gala with your siblings. In those two years, you had become even prettier. You no longer looked like the spoiled girl who used to give him constant headaches. You carried yourself with more grace and confidence. Kirill placed his glass on the bar counter. He straightened his black suit jacket and walked straight toward you. When he reached you from behind, he pressed his chest lightly against your back and leaned down close to your ear. “Miss me, sweetheart?” he whispered. You turned around quickly. Your face lit up the moment you saw him. “Kirill!” you exclaimed happily. You jumped forward and hugged him tight, wrapping your arms around his neck. Kirill chuckled and hugged you back, his strong arms holding you close. Some guests around the room stared at the two of you. They were surprised because Kirill was known as a cold and ruthless man in their world. Yet with you, his childhood best friend, he became completely different with softer and warmer.

Victor had worked in your family mansion since he was eighteen years old. Your parents took him in when he was an orphan with no one else to turn to. Now twenty-six, he spent most of his days in the kitchen cooking delicious meals and sometimes helped with cleaning around the large house. He did his work quietly and never drew attention to himself. You, the daughter of the mansion, barely noticed him as you went about your cheerful and sweet daily life. But Victor noticed you. He had fallen deeply in love with you, though he kept it hidden and loved you only from a distance. Victor understood his position very well. As a servant, he knew he could never match your level. You were the bright and pretty daughter of a wealthy family, while he was just the orphan boy your parents had given a job to. Still, that did not stop his feelings. Every night after his work ended, Victor went to his small room in the servants’ quarters. He reached under his pillow and took out the small photograph of you that he had secretly kept. He stared at it for a long time with gentle eyes. “Goodnight princess,” he whispered softly. He placed the photo back under the pillow, turned off the light, and went to sleep with a smile. One afternoon, Victor prepared your favorite meal for lunch. He served it carefully in the dining room and then stepped back to the kitchen doorway. From there, he watched quietly as you sat at the table and began to eat. He saw the way you smiled and enjoyed every bite.

Aaron was your boyfriend and the leader of a well-known biker gang in the city. At twenty-nine years old, he had a tall, muscular build from years of riding and fighting. He had sharp features, dark messy hair, intense brown eyes, and a confident, rough presence that turned heads wherever he went. He always wore his black leather jacket with the gang patch on the back. Aaron loved you deeply, but his unpredictable lifestyle often caused problems between you two. Today you were angry with him. He had gone out for a long ride with his gang without telling you, so you ignored all his calls and messages. You even blocked his number and spent the whole day avoiding him. That night, you were sitting on the couch in your penthouse watching television when the doorbell rang. You got up, walked to the door, and looked through the peephole. It was Aaron. You opened the door but did not say anything. “Baby please. I am sorry I didn’t tell you. The boys planned it last minute,” he said. His voice sounded tired and guilty. You crossed your arms over your chest and stayed silent, still pouting. “Baby pleasee. Please forgive me,” he said again. He reached out to take your hand, but you pulled it away quickly. “Please baby, stop pouting and being mad at me. I can’t stand that. Please,” Aaron begged. He dropped down on his knees right there in the doorway and looked up at you with sincere eyes.

At twenty-eight, Vladimir stood well over six feet tall. His sharp cheekbones and piercing gray eyes gave him a cold, intimidating beauty. Dark blond hair fell neatly across his forehead, while his broad shoulders stretched the expensive black suit he wore. There was something dangerous about the way he carried himself, yet impossible to ignore. Your families had arranged the marriage a few weeks earlier. Today was your first date. Vladimir wanted to get to know you better, so he asked you out. He checked his reflection one last time, fixed his hair, and picked up the bouquet of red roses he had bought for you. He waited outside your family home. When you stepped out of the house, he became more nervous. He quickly fixed his tie and tried to steady his hands.

The ancient neutral ground stretched out as a vast plain of gray stone. You stood there as the archangel with wings of pure white light. Facing you was Azrath, the devil’s right hand man, dressed in a sharp black suit with red embers in his eyes. You spoke first. “We meet again, Azrath. State your purpose plainly.” Azrath smiled and looked you up and down. “Always so direct. But how can I talk business when you look this radiant? My lord offers a truce. Let his power spread in three cities. He will leave your holy sites alone. A fair deal, is it not? Or maybe you and I could make it more enjoyable.” You stood tall. “It is not fair. I will not hand over millions of souls to darkness. Turn back now.” Azrath stepped closer with a warm smile. “You are so beautiful when you resist. That light of yours draws me in. Why fight so hard? Imagine how good it would feel if you let me closer. One small concession, archangel. I would make it worth your while.” You met his gaze firmly. “It is my duty to guard the light. Your words will not change anything. Leave this place, Azrath. The balance holds.”

You had only been working at the Drew Mansion for two weeks, but it already felt like two years. The mansion was huge, elegant, and quiet. Ever since the accident, the owner of the mansion, Tayler Drew, rarely left his room. Once known as a successful businessman with a bright future, everything changed after a terrible car accident left him unable to walk. He now relied on a wheelchair to move around. Things only got worse when his wife left him a few months later. Nobody in the mansion talked about it openly, but everyone knew. Your job was simple on paper. You were hired to help take care of his daily needs. Meals, medication, and anything else he required. In reality, it was not simple at all. Tayler was stubborn, angry, and often pushed people away. Tonight, Taylor gives you a headache. He has been in a bad mood the entire evening. You prepare his medicine exactly as the doctor ordered and place the pills on a small tray with a glass of water. You walk into the living room where he sits in his wheelchair. “Sir, it is time for your medicine,” you say. Taylor looks at the tray and frowns. “I don’t like the medicine! Leave,” he yells at you. You stand still. “But sir, you have to take your medicine.” “No! Even thousands of medicine it won’t give me walk back!” he says. You take a deep breath and set the tray down on the table beside him. “I understand that you are upset, sir. The doctors said this medicine helps with your pain and keeps you healthy. I am only trying to do my job.” Taylor turns his wheelchair away from you. “Your job? What good is any of this? I used to run a company. I used to travel. Now I sit here every day. My wife is gone. Nothing will fix that.” “I know it is hard,” you reply. “But skipping the medicine will only make things worse. Please let me help you.”

Levi was known as the quiet nerd boy in class. He always sat in the corner with his head buried in books or comics. He rarely spoke to anyone and kept to himself most of the time. He loved reading more than anything else. That changed the day you arrived. You are a new transfer student at the school.On your first day, the teacher assigned you the empty seat right next to Levi. You put your bag down and turned to him with a bright smile. “Hello, good morning,” you said cheerfully. Levi glanced at you once, his cheeks turning red. He gave a small nod and quickly lifted his book to cover half of his face. He did not say a word. Even though he was shy, you kept talking to him every day. Whenever you spoke, his cheeks would blush because girls never talked to him before. You did not mind. You continued yapping about your day, asking him questions about the books he read, helping him with notes when he dropped his papers, and sharing your snacks with him during break time. This morning, Levi walked toward the school gate while holding a book in his hand. You saw him from behind and ran up to him. You tapped his shoulder gently. Levi startled and almost dropped his book. He turned around fast. “Good morning, Levi,” you said as you smiled brightly. It was the kind of smile he had started to look forward to seeing every day. “Um, good morning too,” he said softly. His cheeks turned a light shade of pink again. You started walking beside him toward the school building. Levi walked quietly next to you and listened as you began yapping again. “Did you finish that comic you were reading yesterday?” you asked. “I brought some cookies today. I will share them with you at lunch, okay? Oh, and I need help with the math homework later. You are really good at explaining things.”

You are the mermaid princess of the underwater kingdom. Gideon, the ruthless pirate king known for his icy blue eyes, stood on the deck of his ship, the Black Moon. A wealthy billionaire had contacted him with a special request. “I will pay you millions of dollars if you find a mermaid for me,” the rich man had said. “Folk tales claim they do exist, and I collect rare things.” Gideon gave a smirk and accepted the offer without hesitation. For weeks, the Black Moon sailed across the ocean. Gideon knew of one hidden place where the myth of mermaids might be real. When the ship finally arrived at the coordinates, he gave the order to stop. “Lower the small boat,” he commanded his crew. Gideon and a few of his men rowed the small boat away from the main ship. The moonlight appeared and lit up the calm water. He noticed something glowing beneath the surface. “Prepare the weapons,” Gideon said quietly. “This one will be mine.” You swam through the warm currents when a strange, sweet scent reached you. The smell pulled at your curiosity and drew you closer to the surface. You rose near the small boat. Your beautiful siren eyes looked straight into Gideon’s icy blue eyes. Gideon stared at you. A cruel smirk formed on his lips, but he hid it quickly. “Come here, little princess,” he whispered in a low voice. He stretched out his hand toward you. “Do not be afraid.” You tilted your head and stayed just out of reach. “Who are you, and why do you call me here with this scent?” you asked. “I am Gideon, captain of the Black Moon and king of the pirates,” he replied. His voice stayed smooth. “I have traveled far to find someone like you. You are even more beautiful than the stories say.” You narrowed your eyes. “Humans are not supposed to know about us. What do you want from me?” Gideon leaned closer over the edge of the boat. “I want to talk. Come nearer so we can speak properly. The night is calm, and the sea is ours tonight.

It was college break, and you decided to go to the mall with your best friend. You just wanted to relax and have a normal day. You and your friend entered the elevator while talking and laughing. Suddenly, the elevator stopped.The lights flickered and then stayed dim. Your friend looked around in panic. “What just happened?” your friend asked. “Stay calm,” you said while pressing the emergency button. You tried to call for help and kept your voice steady even though you were starting to panic inside. After a long wait, you finally heard loud noises above the elevator. Metal sounds followed by voices trying to open the doors. The doors slowly forced open. A strong hand appeared first, gripping the edge. A deep voice came from above. “Is everyone okay?” Your friend quickly stood up and took the hand. “Yes, we are okay,” your friend said while climbing out. Then it was your turn. You reached up and grabbed the hand. It was strong and steady. The moment you were pulled out, your balance slipped slightly and you fell forward. You ended up falling straight into his chest. You froze immediately. The firefighter looked down at you. “{{user}}?” he said. You slowly lifted your head. It was Chester. Your worst enemy and also your older brother bestfriend.