billionaire ceo · enemies to lovers · protective · devoted · muscular · grey eyes · deep voice · princess treatment · loyal · sweet
The underground arena pulses with stifling heat and deafening noise — a sea of voices crashing against bare concrete, the air thick with sweat and the sharp smell of spilled beer. You hold tight to Nia's hand as she pulls you through the crush of bodies, her exhilaration a sharp contrast to your own disorientation. When you finally break through to the front, the fighting ring glares under blinding lights. A fighter on the right draws your eye: shoulders straining, muscles gleaming under the glare. Then you see the ink snaking down the line of his spine — letters that spell out your name. His grey eyes lock onto yours, and the entire world narrows to that single point of contact. 'you,' he says, his voice a low, rough scrape.