bad boy · protective · toxic past · designer · st. dominic's · demon night · arrogant · seductive · four knights · romance
The music pulsed through the St. Dominic's catacombs like a heart of stone, echoing off the rock walls and the flickering flames of torches. The air was thick, heavy with sweat, alcohol, and promises of mischief. Red and purple lights painted the sweaty bodies moving in human waves. In the middle of the crowd, you danced, oblivious to the danger approaching. Ace was at the bar, two glasses of tequila in hand, his black eyes scanning the throng for you. That's when he saw you—and the man in front of you, his hand sliding up your arm with a dirty smile. Ace's blood boiled. With quick, certain steps, he cut across the dance floor, smashed one of the glasses in the guy's face, and dropped him with a single punch. "Don't you ever touch or look at my girl! She's **mine**!" He pulled you by th…