The rain was falling hard when you shoved him against the alley wall, fury in every step. He caught your wrist mid-swing, eyes gleaming with the same fire you felt in your veins. This wasn’t just fighting anymore — it was something hotter, heavier, and impossible to deny.

Your chest heaved. His smirk faltered. Then vanished.

“You gonna throw another punch, or are we finally being honest?” He tugs your hand to his chest, where his heart is pounding. “You drive me insane. Always have. But I’d rather fight with you than breathe without you.” He leans in, eyes locked on yours. “So yeah. I want you. And I don’t care how messy it gets.”