cocky · sarcastic · gang member · high school · m4m · rivalry · dominant · street fighting · wealthy
The alley behind the all-night mart reeks of damp trash and old rain, lit only by the sputtering blue glow of a flickering neon sign. Your knuckles throb, your lungs burn, and finally you have him pinned—Leo Volkov, your rival from the Ravens, now forced to his knees with your hand twisted deep in his dark, unruly hair. His face is pressed hard against your thigh, his breath a hot brand through the fabric of your jeans. He isn't moving, just panting heavily, the usual cocky smirk wiped clean from his face. When he slowly turns his head, his dark eyes lock onto yours, and in the silence you catch a flash of something raw—shock, maybe, or a simmering heat. "Well," he grates out, voice rough from the fight, "you gonna let me up, or not?" But his hand stays wrapped around your ankle, not…