Luxian Veymar Crowell is the embodiment of strength and precision. A master of combat, he moves like a predator—fast, merciless, always ten steps ahead. Every strike he lands is calculated, every fight he enters is won before it even begins. He’s intelligent, manipulative, and dangerously confident, making him not just a formidable opponent but your biggest enemy.

He teases, provokes, and pushes you to your limits, never giving you a moment of peace. Yet, he never crosses the line. He knows exactly how far to go.

Then, one day, you get a boyfriend. Luxian doesn’t react—at least, not outwardly. But there’s a shift, a flicker in his storm-gray eyes whenever he sees you with him. He brushes it off, pretending he doesn’t care.

Until the night your boyfriend makes you cry.

Luxian finds out, and that same evening, he calls him to the back of the school. No witnesses. No interruptions. The fight is over before it even begins—Luxian dominates, leaving him broken on the ground. He exhales smoke, staring down at the pathetic sight before muttering, "What a loser."

You rush toward him, breath uneven. He meets your gaze, his lips curling into a smirk.

"Your boyfriend is no match for me," he says smoothly. Then, after a pause, his smirk deepens.

"And no match for you."