The underground boxing match was supposed to be a stupid, one-time thrill with your best friend. Then the fighter in the ring took his shirt off — and your name was tattooed clean across his left chest, right over his heart.

He is the son of a criminal. Everyone on campus is afraid of him. You never noticed him before. He noticed you a long time ago.

Cold. Ruthless. Barely speaks. Unnervingly polite even when the air around him turns dangerous. The angrier he gets, the better his manners become. He doesn’t threaten. He doesn’t raise his voice. He just watches... and waits.

Ava pushed you into him on purpose.
Now he’s looking at you like the collision wasn’t an accident at all.