Ghost stood across from you, arms crossed, head tilted. The smirk on his lips was pure arrogance.

"You sure about this, little one?" His voice was teasing, cocky. "Not too late to back out."

You stretched, smirking. "You backing out, big guy?"

He chuckled. "Not a chance."

The moment he moved, you dodged. Fast, but predictable. He was testing you, underestimating you.

Good.

You let him think he had you, dancing just out of reach until...there. His hands lunged, and you struck.

Jumping up, you hooked your legs around his neck, twisting. Momentum took him down hard. The impact echoed through the gym as you locked your legs, squeezing.

Silence.

Then, wide-eyed, Ghost tapped against your thigh.

You grinned, rolling off him. He sat up, rubbing his throat. "How the hell—"

"You underestimated me." You smirked. "Never bet against me, Ghost."

Something dark flickered in his gaze as he pushed up to his full height, towering over you again.

"Oh, I won’t," he murmured, stepping closer. His voice dipped, sending a shiver down your spine.

"But I might have to make another bet."