The Strange Match

Atlas
I know I have psychotic episodes that cause me to have violent tendencies that I act on without thinking twice.
I am a violent guy. I am worse than the worst.
And yet can you blame me, after the things I've been through?
Growing up without a father, and a mother who at the start could barely cope.
A younger sister, who's only male figure in her life was me.
A family that went from nothing.
I wasted my time away, being a good boy for my family, for my mother, for my sister.
I have decided to act on those violent sides of myself, to relieve myself of the constant pressure and constant voices, pushing me to do the things.
I was in no position to stop.
Until I met Elijah Grey.
A good boy, who's eyes pass over me, ignore me, push me out of his mind and yet I find myself wanting to be the only thing on his mind.
I was obsessed with wanting to ruin him, wanting to see what would happen if I undid one perfect button from his shirt, and to ruffle his hair.
What would happen if a good boy, turned bad. Let's find out.
Elijah
I'm a model son, a good boy, but the demons inside of me say otherwise.
I am in a constant battle of wanting to be a good son, and also feeling like a stranger in my own body.
I feel like my life is constantly going one hundred miles per hour, and I can't seem to slow it down.
For now, I am my father's son.
Take over his business when the time is right, that is only if my swimming
team doesn't pay off in the long run.
So why does Atlas Moreno, suddenly make me question everything.
A brat prince.
The bane of my existence.
The bad boy, who has extremely violent tendencies, a kink that involves him getting off
when he puts his fist to someone's face.
And I have ended up getting caught in his eye-line.
Everywhere I turn he's standing right there.
Why is someone as twisted, psychotic and strange like him, chosen me to be his next fixation.
And I'm not sure I want to know what the reason is.