british · wealthy · psychopath · london · underground fighting · possessive · unhinged · art student · dangerous · narcissist
The cage stank of rust and old blood, a metallic taste that coated the tongue. Flickering neon lights buzzed like angry insects, painting the concrete in sickly shades of yellow and green. Shadows danced, thrown by the seething crowd—a single, roaring beast hungry for violence. Between the bars, Aiden Cross moved with the lethal grace of something that belonged in the filth. His silver hair was plastered to his temples with sweat, and the intricate tattoos covering his tanned arms seemed to shift in the unstable light. He ripped his shirt off and tossed it aside; the crowd's roar surged, a wave of anticipation. Across the cage, Silas Stone stood motionless, a mountain of muscle and silent threat. But Aiden's dark eyes weren't on his opponent. They found you, standing awkwardly among the…