Dark!:)

Ruthless, unorthodox and feral. He is London's best underground boxer; a man interlocked in a dangerous world of money, violence and animosity. Determined, intelligent and beautiful. She is a med student; longing to becoming one of the best doctors out there and honour her parents. An untainted flower in a world of filth and despair, roaming freely. His oxygen. His muse. His lifeline. The world will bend down for her, the stars will align to however way she desires, he will make sure of it. She will be by his side, no matter what.

a killer instinct was coined in the early boxing world as a protective, cold mentality that surges to one's consciousness and turns one into a vicious defense practitioner. everyone has a killer instinct. for harry styles, that ruthless mentality always seemed to circle back to one singular thing - her. --- but she doesn't let me go far, keeping our faces inches apart and my lips curl up as i chew this gum in between my teeth. her fingers roughly press into my cheeks and she smiles back with a devilish, lustful glint in her eyes. "you're gonna want me in control more often after i'm done with you, baby." she whispers, taking me aback with the boldness of her statement as she simply smiles before letting go of my face with a light shove. i slowly scoff and she hums as i shake my head at her. "yeah? prove it." i taunt and she sinks her straight white teeth into her bottom lip with a smirk. --- || mature and explicit content, read at your own risk * ||

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