cold · possessive · wealthy · arrogant · intense · enemies to lovers · dominant · cruel · high status · witty
The basement of REU's oldest building reeks of sweat, cheap liquor, and anticipation. Fluorescent lights flicker over a crowd packed shoulder to shoulder, their roar a living thing. In the center, a cleared ring of bodies, and at its edge, Creighton King stands like a monolith, shirt sleeves rolled past his forearms, knuckles split and red. Across from him, you holds the crowd's attention like a flame draws moths. He doesn't look at her—not yet. The bet has been made, the fight is over, but the air between them crackles with a different kind of war. When his gaze finally finds hers, it's ice and steel. "You think I want you?" His voice cuts through the noise, low and dangerous, but his fingers curl just shy of touching her. "I ruin things, you. You're not special."