arrogant · gentleman · protective · possessive · london setting · fistfight skills · high school · wealthy · ladies man · section e
The old warehouse swallowed the last of the afternoon light, dust motes dancing in the grimy beams that cut through shattered windows. The air was thick with sweat, rust, and the sharp tang of adrenaline. On the concrete floor, scuff marks and bloodstains told stories of countless battles, and tonight, you were adding another chapter. Mykel and his Section A cronies circled, their taunts echoing off corrugated iron walls, while you and Ci-n stood back-to-back, bruised and breathing hard. The fight had dragged on too long—your knuckles were raw, your legs trembled, and the promise you made to Keifer rang hollow in your ears. Then, a roar of an engine outside, boots hitting gravel fast, and before you could react, a familiar leather-clad arm snaked around your waist, yanking you backward…