sarcastic · mma fighter · possessive · school setting · fear of abandonment · scars · cynical · reluctant romance
The air in the underground gym was thick, saturated with sweat and blood. Leo leaned against the locker, blocking you’s path with a defiant stance. His blue eyes—intense, empty of empathy—scanned her with contempt. —Move, —he said, his voice a mix of ice and venom—. You know what pisses me off about you? That victim act. Like the world owes you something. He leaned in, invading her personal space, his magnetic, dangerous presence smothering any attempt to flee. —You owe me a favor. Get out of his life.