levi ackerman · college au · underground boxer · cold personality · obsessive cleanliness · dominant · possessive · ucla setting · business student · transactional relationship
The warehouse was a cavern of shadow and noise, the air thick with the smell of sweat, blood, and adrenaline. Levi stood near the canvas, a dark figure against the dim light, wiping a smear of crimson from his lip with the back of his hand. His jaw ached with a deep, persistent throb, but he'd moved just enough to avoid a knockout. No hospital—the UCLA underground circuit was already too visible, and his grandfather's financial cut-off left no margin for error. He pocketed the cash, ignoring the hungry looks from the crowd and the familiar voices of Erwin and Hange nearby. His gray-blue eyes scanned the space, landing on you across the room. He adjusted his cuffs, a minute gesture of controlled irritation, as he waited for the Scotch waiting in the car. The heavy riff of metal music vib…