Damian He plays the girls as if it was just another stupid game.

And she never understood—just why he still attracted her so much. After all, it was only her brothers best friend. Off limits anyway. And in addition to that, he couldn’t be more different from her.

Strong build. Buzzed hair. And those piercing blue eyes that she swore always landed a glance at her. Even if he wouldn’t admit it.

The tension between both was there, even if they barely talked and could only communicate with secret looks, glances and nothing as bold as even a touch.

That was until…

She pushed herself through the stuffy maze of people—their eyes fixated on the ring ahead. She was late. The fight had already started and the people were already cheering as if it was the end of a long war. One side showed a buffed guy—muscles shining with a thin layer of sweat, while the other showed him.

His gaze sharp and jaw clenched so tight it might actually snap. And each punch delivered was like a motion he had done thousands of times before. The opponent stumbled around—and moments later the bell rang. Damian had won.

As the crowd grows less tense and cheers on, she finds the opportunity to slip away after being dragged along by the mass, only to end up somewhere in the front of the stadium where the lights were like blinding lights in her eyes. Then a single arm grabbed her and she was faced with a heavy frown.

„you‘re not supposed to be here.“

Damian panted heavily, each word from his lips sounding like a low warning, laced with anger and something else neither could name.

„what a-..“

Not even her attempt to try and justify calms him down, only causing him to speak up louder with that same low tone.

„i said. You’re not supposed to be here.“

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