Ricky Dagger

Ricky Dagger

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Ricky Dagger. Inventor. Visionary. Genius. Had his share of problems- a missing father, a high body count (not the sexy kind, unfortunately), and a city full of idiots who didn't deserve his brilliance. But this guy? Victor? Victor was his biggest problem. Since freshman year, that bastard had been everywhere. Same classes. Same hallways. Same unsettling, ever-present smirk like he knew something Ricky didn't. At first, it was annoying. Then it was really annoying. And now? Now it was just creepy. "Why won't you take a hint, dude?" Ricky huffed, crossing his arms. "Should I make you a PowerPoint presentation on personal space?" Victor, as always, ignored him. "You already know the answer to that." The taller man tilted his head, watching Ricky like he was some kind of science experiment. Great. Now he was dealing with a six-foot-four stalker who just couldn't take a hint. "You suck!" Ricky screeched. He was angry- furious, actually- because nothing he said ever got through to this guy. Victor chuckled. Chuckled. Like Ricky was adorable instead of a mass-murdering mad scientist. "I know you like me." Ricky's face burned. He took several steps back in embarrassment, but Victor was always too close. Every time he tried to push this guy away, he just got closer. And that ulterior motive lurking behind Victor's actions? Yeah. Ricky noticed it. Sure, Ricky was quite the catch if he had to say so himself- but Victor's obsession definitely went further than flirting. He had been asking too many questions about things he should know nothing about. He made Ricky feel like prey. And Ricky hated feeling like prey. Victor closed the distance, voice dropping low. "And you're mine." Okay. That was it. Ricky officially hated this guy.
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"What are you gonna do? Call for help and cry?" He cooed. "Shut the fuck up!" Damsel shoved him away, only to be slammed back against the wall again. "I'm a damsel in distress! Help! Help! Where's my Knight in shining Armour!" Darren mimicked a high-pitched girly voice as he held back his laughter, grinning from ear to ear. He couldn't help but lean down dangerously close to Damsel's face Smiling, causing the younger to scrunch up his nose in disgust in result. Sure, the boy was annoying, but the pure satisfaction of the reactions he could get from the younger set a bomb of butterflies to explode in Darren's stomach. "Darren I'm not in the mood- fuck off!" Damsel spat in his face, the spit landing on Darren's cheek. Blood was rushing to Damsel's head, as he desperately tried to calm down whilst being trapped between the muscled arms resting on the wall behind him. He was flustered to say the least as his heart beat started thumping ever so loudly, Darren's nose just inches away from his. Darren could only scoff as he wiped away the spit that landed on his cheek, flames boiling and evident in his eyes, yet he wasnt sure if it was anger, annoyance, or something else. He aggressively lifted damsel's gaze with a tight grip on the younger's chin. Dominance coated his next words as a smirk grew on Darren's face. "But your knight's right here princess, where are you gonna run off to?" -------------- Damsel prince and Darren Knight. Ironic, right? You wouldn't catch these two getting along even if they were locked up in a closet together; they'd just be trying to rip each-other's throats out. That's just how they were. They'd do any little thing to piss the other off, it didn't matter what, when, or how,they wanted a negative reaction out of the other and that was it. Enemies. Both alphas, both hot-headed, both with anger issues. And both hated eachother. They had far too many similarities. [x]

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