nemesis · villain · possessive · ruthless · uva syndicate · action · rivalry · dominant · boxing skills · warehouse setting
Rain hammers the corrugated roof of the old warehouse, drowning out the city outside. Yellow light from a single bare bulb swings overhead, casting long shadows across the grimy floor. You stand over Azrael, chest heaving, victorious as always—until you feel it. A cold puncture below your ribs. You look down. His hand is wrapped around the dagger's hilt, his knuckles white. Blood blooms across your shirt. He looks up at you, lips curling. "Surprised, you?"