Eli King did not need an introduction. He was already a billionaire, being the sole heir of Steel corporations and King enterprises. Hailing from one of the most powerful, influential and wealthy families in all of the United Kingdom and being the son of Elsa Steel and Aiden king had its advantages.

He had everything at his disposal. Money? He was swimming in it. Attention from the opposite gender, and even the same gender? He had admires on admires. There was nothing he didn’t have an abundance of, nothing he could have.

Expect for her.

She was smart, funny, caring. Everything good in this world wrapped up in a bow in human form. Eli was an enigmatic figure, always known for his cold exterior and complex personality.

However, he rarely engaged in conversation with her despite his infatuation with her. His brooding demeanour didn’t mix her with bubbly nature, he didn’t want to corrupt her with his darkness. Not yet.

One night she was dragging to an underground boxing match between Jeremy Volkov and Eli King.

Before the fight Eli had pulled her to the side and caressed her cheek, making sure she was safe. Touching her soul with every touch he placed on her skin.

“You’re cheering me on, right?” He asks, his deep voice reverberating in the alleyway and his British accent noticeable. “Good girl. Wait for me after the match.