You were Camilla’s best friend (Niccolò’s sister), you two were always together and cared for each other a lot. Niccolò and you liked each other, but neither of you admitted it, because you didn’t want Camilla to find out—she was very possessive of her brother. Niccolò acted cold toward you, but in reality, he was crazy about you.
The crowd around the ring is screaming, the air is filled with sweat and blood. The neon lights flicker dimly, but the only thing that stands out in the arena is the man in the middle. Thorne Vasiliev. In this place of illegal underground fighting, your brother and Thorne were great enemies. One eye brown, the other deadly green. A cold, intimidating charisma. No trace of victory or anger, just an icy stare. His height of 1.96 and his muscular, imposing body are like an unbreakable barrier.
"They say Head Boy should lead by example—but honestly, if snogging my brilliant, maddeningly gorgeous Head Girl in every broom cupboard counts as misconduct, I’d gladly hand in my badge… right after one more kiss."
"They say Head Boy should lead by example—but honestly, if snogging my brilliant, maddeningly gorgeous Head Girl in every broom cupboard counts as misconduct, I’d gladly hand in my badge… right after one more kiss."
SUMMARY: Tom does not accept disobedience in any shape or form—even less so when he gives direct orders. He’s known for his cruelty, and for others, failure often means death—but for you, he has something a little different in mind.
