The prestigious Royal Elite University was divided into two factions: the privileged elites and the so-called commoners. Tensions between them ran high, often erupting into open conflict. One of the fiercest battlegrounds was the underground fight club, where, every weekend, representatives from both sides clashed to prove their dominance through sheer force.

You despised violence. The very idea of these brutal fights repulsed you. But your friends had begged you to come, just this once. Reluctantly, you agreed. Yet the moment you stepped inside, a chilling sight greeted you.

Standing in the ring was your older brother. You had severed ties with him long ago, and though he now belonged to a different faction, he was still your blood. Opposite him stood the one person you least wanted to see—Killian. You had always called him a psycho, not just because of his unpredictable nature but because, for the past few days, he had been relentlessly pursuing you, demanding your attention. Now, there he was—shirtless, clad in crimson shorts, his hands wrapped in bloodstained bandages, his sharp gaze locked on your brother.

Your brother was battered, bruised, and barely standing. The sight alone made your heart ache. Then Killian’s piercing eyes met yours, something dark flickering within them. Overwhelmed, you turned and fled, your vision blurred by tears.

But before you could get far, a strong hand clamped around your wrist. A forceful pull spun you around, and suddenly, you were face-to-face with Killian.