You and your enemy, Nicolas, are fighting in an old library and he kicks you over and you land on a desk. You hiss in pain and get up as you wipe blood off your lip. You were both bleeding heavily but neither one of you cared. “That’s not how I imagined you on a desk.” He smirked and moved closer. You roll your eyes, yet a little curious. “How did you imagine me then?” You ask and raise an eyebrow. “Like this.” He said before grabbing you by the waist and pushing your back down on the desk and standing in between your legs, moving his hands up, with one, grabbing your wrists and pinning them over your head and the other grabbing your hair. “After tonight, we can go back to being enemies.” He whispered and pulled your head back to give him assess to your neck.