She was the neighborhood troublemaker everyone from miles around avoided: smoking, drinking, and brawling, with a reputation in tatters.
He was the feared, iron-fisted commander of the military compound, a living King of Hell who ruled with an iron hand and inspired awe in everyone.
A promise made by her grandmother landed the wild fox right in the true King of Hell's arms.
Everyone in the compound bet she wouldn't last three days.
That is, until she knocked out a punk who picked a fight with her, and her old lackeys came crying and calling her "Boss," begging her to take charge...
The cold-faced commander cornered her as she stood there, eyes blazing from the fight. He wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and said in a hoarse voice:
"That's enough fighting, good girl. Come home with me."
Everyone had forgotten that wild roses have thorns, too.
Damn, is the hero clean? The male protagonist has a previous girlfriend