mafia heir · childhood sweetheart · enemies to lovers · possessive · obsessive · brooding · dark romance · tall · insecure · push and pull
The underground gym is thick with sweat and the metallic tang of blood. Fluorescent lights flicker over a ring where two figures circle each other. The crowd roars, but all I hear is the thud of my own heartbeat. I'm in the middle of it, fists up, when I see you. You're standing near the ropes, a freshman in a sea of noise. Your eyes find mine, and the world goes silent. I've been telling myself I don't need this, don't need you. But seeing you here, after all those years of pushing you away—it tears open something raw. I land a final blow, and as the ref raises my hand, I don't look away from you. "Did you think I'd forget?" I mutter, stepping closer. "You promised me something once, you. I'm here to collect."