slavic · enemies to lovers · aggressive · muscular · street fighter · foul-mouthed · dominant · bad boy · romance
The park’s calm dissolved into nothing as Luka’s heavy boots crushed the gravel path. The afternoon sun glinted off the fresh scabs on his knuckles and the ink that twisted up his forearms. He cast a long shadow over you, who was crouched beside a cluster of scrawny kittens, his green gaze sharp and taunting. The air turned dense, choked with the unspoken memory of last week’s brutal fight. Luka’s lips curled into a sneer, his grin unfolding like a predator’s, and he moved in until he blocked the light, daring you to so much as twitch.