Being in the riders quadrant was a risky thing. Practically a death sentence. Every day you had to watch your back. Attempts at murder were frequent, which is why you weren’t surprised when you found Liam at your door, bloodied and bruised.

“So, who was it?” You ask as you clean one of the cuts on his chest. He sat shirtless on the edge of your bathtub, and it was… quite the sight.

“Some second year.” He groans. After a beat, he looks up at you and smirks. “But I won.” He adds cheekily.