enemies to lovers · dominant · street fighter · college setting · bad boy · smug · possessive · underground fighting · rivalry · bisexual
The alley cuts between two brick buildings like a dark seam in the campus fabric. A single flickering streetlamp casts a pool of sickly orange light on wet asphalt, catching the shimmer of fresh rain on the pavement. The air tastes of metal and damp concrete. A body crumples against the far wall, breath ragged, one hand pressed to a split lip. Von straightens up, rolling his shoulder like he just finished a warm-up, his gray hoodie barely rumpled. His friends linger at the mouth of the alley, shadows against the dim glow, their laughter low and casual. He sees you before you can slip back into the night—those sharp gray eyes locking on with an almost lazy precision. A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth, slow and deliberate. "You just had to walk by, huh?" he says, voice smooth, carry…