******DARK ROMANCE******
In the shadowed halls of Shadowvale University, nestled in the eerie town of Ravenwood Hollow, where whispers linger like ghosts and secrets fester like poison, the line between love and darkness blurs. Behind the facade of...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Look at him.
God, he's gorgeous.
Even when he's beating the absolute shit out of that poor punching bag.
My eyes greedily scan his body, nearly drooling at the sight of his perfect body and damp skin.
It's taking everything in me not to pounce on him.
I swear this man has my hormones going CRAZY.
It could also be the fact that I'm ovulating...eh- it's probably both.
I look down at the flier in my hands, smiling.
"FEMALE FIGHTERS WANTED" Is written in bold on the front.
Now, am I a fighter? Fuck no.
Do I know how to defend myself in a fight and kick some ass? Yes.
That's good enough, right? Hopefully.
I watch as a few girls, all much older and buffer than me walk in.
I look at my own arms, cursing at how tiny they are but end up walking into the gym.
"Oh sweetie, I think you're lost." Somebody chuckles and I quickly look away from Gunnar.
I accidentally bump into a girl who looks down at me with amusement.
"Excuse me?"
"The ballet studio is down the street." She chuckles, glaring at me up and down.
"Good to know, now out of my way." I scoff, walking around her.
If we were alone, that bitch would have been scalped by now.
But I sadly have to behave myself, especially since Gunnar has stopped working out and is now facing towards me and the other girls.
I walk over to one of the lockers and unpack a few of my things but freeze when I hear the girl from earlier and a few others giggling amongst themselves.
"He's a literal Greek god." One of the girls sighs and I fight the urge to roll my eyes.
It's adorable seeing these girls think they have a chance with MY man.
But it's alright, I'll let them have their fun for now.
"Back off ladies, he's mine." The bitch from before smirks and I feel my jaw clench.
"I want to dig my claws into him while he-" I cut her off by slamming my locker shut and they all turn to face me.
"Oops," I mutter.
The girls and I walk over to the ring where Gunnar and a couple of other men are standing.
"Good morning ladies, my name is Coach John Anderson and these are my two assistant coaches, Levi Jones and Gunnar Hill." The older man introduces himself.
