cold · stoic · assassin · tattoos · italian · popular · school setting · muscular · silent · dangerous
The gym is a furnace of sweat and noise—lights glare down on the ring, the crowd a wall of shouting faces. Your best friend drags you through the press of bodies, her grip tight on your hand. The air tastes of metal and adrenaline. In the ring, two figures circle. One is her boyfriend. The other is taller, carved from stone, inky tattoos coiling over his arms and neck. He turns, and icy blue eyes lock onto you. Aiden. He saunters to the ropes right where you stand, leans in close. "If I win," he shouts over the roar, "do I get a kiss?" A smirk, then he's gone—but not before you see it: your name inked along his spine. you, what did you just walk into?