"know what we're doing, like introducing us to a new thing. I wanna savor, save it for later cause I'm a taker"

ariana grande — "dangerous woman"

"Have I told you before that I really like the red lipstick on you?" Ada asks me with a little smile when we both step out of the taxi in front of some old building at eleven PM. It's chilly outside, matching our creepy and dark surroundings.

"Ada, no matter how much you compliment me you're still buying me, at least, three boxes of cereal." I say (not so) jokingly. Shaking my head, I wrap my arm around hers.

Ada slowly nods. "Yeah, yeah, I know. But still! I like the red lipstick."

A tall and muscular man standing by the black door blocks our view. To enter the building, it seems that we have to pass through security. Making our way towards him, the silent street chills down my skin. There's no one around, not a single soul or a car driving by. Strange. This type of scenery usually has people smoking, drinking, gambling, doing drugs while wearing dark clothes. The clothes is mandatory, of course. At least, that's what I've seen in movies.

The building in front of us looks old and abandoned, like no one has ever ever stepped inside of it for years. The poor light in the street doesn't allow me to see more than a couple of feet away and that gives me the chills, not being able to prepare myself for what awaits us, still, when we stop to talk to the man in front of us, his eyes on me are nothing compared to the chills I felt earlier. He's at least three heads taller than me, the tight black shirt on shows me his tattooed arms (both of them bigger than my entire body).

Or that's what they look like from where I'm standing.

"Names?" He asks with a deep voice.

"Lilith Avery and Ada Cameron." Ada says with a sweet and innocent smile. As the man is looking on the list he has on his hand, the silence is interrupted by a loud car stopping right behind us. Once I turn around, my eyes land on three men with suits on walking out of an extremely fancy black car. I've only seen those in old movies. They're all bald and have shiny jewellery on their wrists and ears, looking so expensive that I unintentionally stare down to my simple blazer on top of my shirt. My entire outfit probably costs the same as one those men's bracelet.

"You can come in, ladies." The man in the door says, bringing my attention to him.

Ada forces me to walk by her side without unwrapping her arm with mine. We both walk through the door and make our way to a dark and long hallway, allowing me to feel a mix of emotions inside, intrigued, excited, chilled. But even more, confused on why the place is so dark and mysterious looking. Even the air inside here feels colder.

"Why do I feel like this is illegal?" I ask looking around, hearing only our footsteps and a fainted low crowd ahead of us.

"Well..." Ada says with a high pitch voice.

Oh, oh. I turn to face her with my mouth wide open.

"It is?!" My loud whisper echoes in the walls. "Wait, why am I kinda proud of you?"

"It's not illegal." Ada shakes her head. "It's not allowed, that's it."

"Ada, my love, that's kind of the same thing."

"No, it's not! It's not allowed because it's dangerous, on the real fights, boxers are matched with equal opponents, such as high and weight, and here! they do the same! So, it would be illegal if they didn't do that. I take it as a 'not allowed'."

"Oh, my dear friend," I caress her arm "you're just trying to convince yourself that you're not seeing anything illegal right now."

Ada gives a sigh out. "I know. Why did I had to sleep with this one? Couldn't I just choose a science prodigy?"

"There, there. Looks like this is your time to make the bad decisions." I pat Ada's head gaining a chuckle from her. "Now, I see that you did your research. How the fuck does this work?"

"All I know is that there are three groups, in each one, ten fighters. And each night, there are six men that fight, three of them belong to the same ground and the same with the other group."

"We have to sit down and watch six man fight tonight?!" I complain.

"C'mon, it can't be that bad!" When she says those words, the sound of the fainted crowd becomes louder, bright lights appear at on the end of the hallway as well as excited claps from the people inside. Each step we make the sound and the lights become even more stronger.

The change of light makes my eyes hurt when we arrive at the end of the corridor. As soon my eyes get use to it, I open them to explore the new room around me. The first thing I notice is the big ring in the middle of the room. People surround it, waving money, making bets and talking loudly between them. On the right side of it, a couple of feet away, a grey long door is being guarded by two men that look exactly the same from the one at the front door. Probably even bigger. Those guys can literally crash my head like nuts with only their index fingers.

"C'mon, let's sit in the back." I say while pointing with my head towards some empty sits. Ada nods, following my steps very closely.

These kind of things aren't her scene. Neither are mine, to be honest, I've never been to a place like this but I can handle the chaos and men being men while Ada can't, or isn't used to it. One week in my hometown while our hockey team is playing is all it takes. Think what 18 years of that in your life can do.

She wraps her arm tighter around mine as we walk, my head telling myself that I have to make sure she's feeling comfortable, checking her surroundings and every little thing that could make her uncomfortable. "Good?" I ask and she quickly nods with a smile. "Let me know." She nods again, looking around.

"Finally!" I girl yells excitedly behind us when we arrive at our seats. "Some girls that don't look crazy or are waving money!"

A girl with long straight and shiny red hair appears in front us. Her smile is huge and her tiny top allows me to see her body covered in colourful tattoos. Even her neck has a beautiful butterfly tattoo. Shiny blue eyes and rosy cheeks, dark makeup on her eyelids and long eyelashes. But her dark lips are definitely the attention taker. She's extremely beautiful.

From the looks of her tattooed body and blue eyes it gives me the impression that she could be the most intimidating girl I have ever laid my eyes on, but once she gives us a smile, she suddenly and surprisingly turns into a sweet and innocent looking girl. "I swear,—" she says leaning closer to me and Ada so we both can hear her over the people talking loudly "if I get another man asking for my number, I'm gonna grab one of those gloves and punch them myself." Maybe not so innocent after all. "What are your names?"

"Ada." "Lilith." We both say at the same moment. The girl's attention stays longer with me, a common thing everyone does when they hear my name. It isn't something you hear every day.

"Lilith." She says, softly. "I like it."

"Thank you." I reply with a smile.

"I'm Ivy. I work here managing the money and all. I'm good at math, so, what a better way to practice it than in a illegal boxing ground?" She jokes.

I let out a tiny laugh. "At least you can put men in their place, that sounds like fun."

"It doesn't get old. But, I also made my job to make sure girls feel comfortable around here, you know, being a place filled with crazy men." She looks around to see the people still waving money around and then goes back to us with a smile. "So, if you need anything just let me know!"

"Thank you." Ada says. "We appreciate it."

I'm about to thank her as well when the laugh of a man behind me cuts me off. "Ivy! There you are! Jack told me to let you know he needs you in the back in five minutes."

I've never heard this voice before. My eyes soon find out who it belongs to and they don't take long to lock with his. A tall man with black and short hair walks in front of me. Sleeveless shirt that takes my eyes to the rose tattoo on his shoulder, red and detailed. He has the sharpest jawline of them all, it looks like it's going to break at any time if he tenses. Then, as he looks at me and smiles, my eyes go directly to his lips and stay there for a moment surprised at the beautiful smile he has. Probably kills with it if that can be possible.

"Ivy, are you gonna introduce me to your friends?" He says forcing me to go back to reality and break the trance I was in. The man is still on me, staring at the deep of my eyes.

"She's Ada!" Ivy says excited, pointing at my friend. "And she's Lilith."

"Nice to meet you two. I'm Damian." His voice is deep, almost as deep as his stare. Even if Ivy talks again, his eyes are still glued with mine as if he's mind is thinking of me. What could it be I'm asking myself, repeatedly. I'm definitely intrigued.

My head wants to focus on Ivy's words, but the way that I have Damian's eyes on me make her words enter one ear and quickly let out the other, being pulled by a string I have no control over.

"Is your name really Lilith?" He asks by my side while Ivy and Ada are having their own interesting conversation. I turn to face him and nod with a little genuine smile on my face. "Interesting."

"What's so interesting?" I ask furrowing my eyebrows. I know what's 'interesting', but still, I want him to answer.

"Nothing." He says with a smirk. "I never met someone with the name Lilith."

"Well, believe it or not, there's a lot of girls with my name."

"Oh, right. But I don't think they carry it as well as you do." He crosses his arms on his chest. I smile, and in that second, his eyes do a quick look to my lips.

"And how's that, Damian?"

"The way you walk, the way you carry yourself with so much confidence. I've never seen a girl like you walk into a place like this and not even let out a single drop of intimidation."

I tilt my head to the side slightly opening my mouth. "Where you watching me?"

He gives me a smirk and looks down, nodding. "You're hard to ignore once someone looks at you."

He's good, I have to give him that.

I let out a loud chuckle. "Believe me, I've seen worst. A group of men that are dying to see two men fight until they have red all over their faces isn't something that intimidates me, it makes me wonder more, that's for sure."

"Wonder what?" He asks, leaning closer to my body.

"Why do they wanna see it, and don't even get me started on why two men like being punched."

"Have you ever seen a boxing match?" I shake my head. "Then how come you already know you don't like it even if you've never seen one?"

"I never said that I didn't like it, I just don't understand it. And even if I didn't, is there something else than knowing that two men punch each other on that ring while people scream at them?" I point towards the square ring in the middle of the room. Damian grows a grin and leans even closer to my body.

"I don't know." He says softly looking at the ring. Biting his lower lip, I follow his slow actions asking myself what could he be thinking. "Don't move."

"Why?" I ask confused.

Damian goes back to me, determined stare in him. "Because I'm gonna be up there and I want to make sure you see how it's more than two men fighting, Lilith." He winks at me walks backwards, ready to leave me behind. "Don't move! Promise it!"

"I won't promise shit!" I yell back gaining a smile from him before he turns around, leaving my sight by losing himself into the crowd of people.

"Alright, ladies" Ivy says when I turn to see her "duty calls me. So, enjoy the fights and I see you when I see you!" She winks at me and I smile. A pretty girl winking at me? Yes, ma'am.

I turn to see Ada and notice a big smile on her mouth. Confused on why she's all of a sudden so happy of being there, I lift my hand ready to get her attention and ask her, but when the lights of the room go completely off, I turn to the only thing being illuminated: the ring.

The screams of the men surrounding us become even louder the moment the referee enters the ring. He grabs a microphone and another light turns on by the side of the ring, letting everyone see the grey door I saw earlier. But from where I'm standing there isn't much that my eyes can see or even understand what is happening.

"Ladies!" The referee yells into the microphone gaining a couple of screams from the women on the room. "And gentlemen! Please, welcome to the ring the strong, the determined Ryker Elsher from the Wolves!" He points to the door and my eyes follow it. Immediately, Ryker appears on my sight followed by Ada and her happy claps. She's filled with excitement. I look at her confused on her change of behaviour, it's like a something switched inside of her. She looks like a complete different person from the one that walked inside the room moments earlier.

"You're excited!" I yell by her side gaining a quickly nod as a reply. She doesn't move her eyes away from the ring.

"I don't know! He looks good! I think is the rush!"

I laugh and go back to Ryker now standing on the ring. He looks focused and intimidating, not the same innocent guy I saw as a bartender the other day. Gloves on his hands and shirtless, the times he has spent training can be seen in his fit body. A couple of drops fall on his forehead, matching the shining of his skin down his body.

The referee introduces the other guy that belongs to the other group, named Phoenix.

What is it with them and animals? Did they take a test online to find out they're spirit animal and went with it?

A ring bell hits my ears indicating that the fight has started. Following it, my arms cross around my chest to let my eyes stare at the two first men fighting of the night.

Fun, indeed.

Even if the other guy is skinnier than Ryker, he manages to handle with ease a couple of punches Ryker is throwing at him. Right to left, up and down, the guy is still up. The guy lands a punch but innocent Ryker recovers quickly, managing to swing one back and land on the side of the guy's head. He stumbles back and welcomes the opportunity to strike yet another punch. The fight seems interesting enough (or more the fact that my innocent best friend seems to be enjoying this). This is the first time I've seen one in person, movies is all my knowledge I have in the sport. So, to my eyes is all non sense that my head can't understand.

Soon, my total focus turns on my friend who her excitement from before has turned into a whole other level. She's clapping and yelling when Ryker lands a punch, then proceeds to complain when the other guy immediately does too, and starts to let out big words that I never even heard her say before. It's like a whole new Ada by my side.

"He won!" Ada yells, shaking my arms excited. "He did it!"

I was so caught up on my best friend and her new self that I didn't notice the fight ending moments later it started. The bell rings again. And the crowd goes insane for the win.

I let out a laugh turning around to find the guy laying on the floor with blood all over his face. Weird as this can sound, but this isn't my first time seeing a bloody body. I can thank my Criminal Justice major for that, who doesn't love that? So, as the guy leaves the floor to stand next to the referee, his red eye and blood dripping from his forehead is like a normal Thursday for me.

The moment that Ryker's hand is up in the air he yells celebrating, soon walking towards the people by the ring. And another yell comes from my friend.

"Why am I liking this so much?!" She asks with her eyes glued to Ryker and a big smile on her face. I shake my head with the confusion all gone, now enjoying the sight of this new Ada. It's always the most innocent looking ones... "I hope he comes down and sees me!" Ada says as she  shakes my shoulder with excitement. And for her luck, minutes later, a sweaty Ryker with a slight cut on his eyebrow is now walking towards us.

She immediately hugs him as they start to talk about the fight. Ryker, once he's free from my friend, turns towards me and I give him a nod. "Nice." I say. What I'm I supposed to say to a boxer? It was fun seeing you beat the shit out of that guy? I don't have to worry about that, apparently, since Ryker just gives me a smile after I said that word. Maybe 'nice' isn't that bad.

The lights turning off again forces us all to turn towards the ring and notice the referee holding the microphone just like he did before.

"Now!" He yells. "For our next fight, we have the fierce, Damian Finch from the Phoenix!" As soon as he's over yelling, I turn around to the grey door finding how Damian walks through it with two men walking behind him. He doesn't look like the guy that I was talking to moments ago, he looks extremely serious and focused, like he's ready to fight anything that comes through his way. And he indeed is.

He looks like he owns the place as soon as he stands on the ring. When the bell rings on my ears, he starts to throw punches all over the room as if there wasn't a tomorrow. They look strong even if the way that he's doing it doesn't seem like he's thinking about it and he's just throwing punches without a care in the world. He's in control, I think, but at the same time, he isn't.

The opponent manages to avoid a couple of Damian's punches, swinging back and down with ease. It seems to me that he has a good chance of winning. But then, he doesn't swing down when Damian throws a left hook. The second that the glove hits his head he stumbles to the side and loses his balance for a couple of seconds, giving Damian the opportunity to strike other punches and, finally, making him fall into the floor not being able to hold himself up anymore.

The referee immediately ends the fight, no questions asked.

"That was fast." Ada says by my side.

I nod as a reply without taking my eyes from a very thrilled Damian. He's celebrating with the people around the ring, yelling and making the men around scream for him while his opponent is still struggling to get up, blood falling from the side of his face.

"Well, I'm not surprised." Ryker says and I turn to the side to face him.

"Why?" I ask.

"That guy is Damian Finch, he belongs to Phoenix. One of the most violent groups out there, that's how their couch trains them. He, is one of the best of their group. You can see why." I nod, slowly. Turning around to see him again he now has his hand up in the air by the referee, announcing his win.

"What now?" Ada asks facing Ryker.

"There's another round left."

"For our final fight..." The referee immediately says after Ryker. "I'm sure you all been waiting for him. Is that right?" He asks to get the crowd going. It absolutely doesn't fail, the entire room starts to cheer for the next fighter shaking the walls of the room in the process.

"Who's coming?" I hear Ada ask to Ryker, but he doesn't get to respond since the referee starts to scream again. "C'mon, you all can scream louder for him!" The crowd does what he says and cheers even more louder.

Is One Direction coming or what? Beyoncé? The only time I've seen any crowd screaming like this was at a One Direction concert, nothing less. "Please, give a huge round of applause for the one and only: Lucifer Donovan from the Wolves!"

"What?" I ask as soon as I hear his name. The men screaming for him is louder than any of the ones we've seen walking in before.

The moment my eyes land on Lucifer's face appearing from that corridor, my heart drops to my stomach. My skin feels suddenly cold and my mouth slightly opens at the surprise.

Lucifer— a boxer? An illegal one?

His messy blonde hair is in a tiny ponytail on the back of his head allowing me to see his face in detail. Boxers priors to him I didn't care enough to find the opportunity to stare in between the crowd, but Lucifer, I make sure my eyes are on him. His thick eyebrows and lips, his skin shining under the yellow light from the room. Grabbing my attention the most is his fit body. His wide back and muscular arms, nothing compared to the men I've seen tonight. His shoulders confidently carry his walk slightly moving forward and backwards as his feet firmly walk him to the ring. The two times that I've seen him he had a jacket on, making it impossible for me to see his strong and athletic body.

On the inside, I curse the jacket for it.

Admiring him as he's walking and the men keep cheering for him, the hand opening the string alongside the ring for him to step in it, makes me remember the bird tattoo on his. Apparently, it isn't the only one placed on his skin. Lucifer has a spider right under his chest, so dark that it stands out from anything else. His left arm is the one that has the most, with a snake tattoo going from his hand until his elbow, a couple of three swords crossed together on his upper arm and a butterfly on the back, on his wide back shoulder to shoulder an angel with the wings that are bigger than the tiny person hanging from them. There are some others that my eyes can't fully focus on what they are since he's far away from me and they look nothing but a blur.

"Wait, Lucifer Lucifer?" Ada asks by my side and I give her a single nod, nothing more, I want my full attention on him and his fit body moving around.

He stands on that ring owning the place, focused and looking straight forward. Nothing like Damian or Ryker, it's clear he's confident on his feet and it's sure he can tear anyone that stands in front of him. But not in a cocky way. He's bigger than that (even if I like to believe otherwise), Lucifer doesn't stand arrogantly like Damian did. He doesn't even have to cheer for the crowd, they're all already going crazy for him. It's like he doesn't even have to try right now for the people around to know he's the best. They already know without hearing a word or seeing an expression in him tonight. His dark stare in his opponent is all it takes.

I can't take my eyes away from him, waiting patiently for his moves, intrigued on his eyes and firm shoulders, and, change of behaviour from my part, on the fight that's about to happen right in front of me.

They both touch gloves and Lucifer immediately places both of his fists in front of his neck and chin, right more lower than the left, covering his face completely from any swing his opponent may want to get at him. His stand looks professional, even if I don't know a lot about the sport, I know at least the basics of it. And the way that Lucifer is standing, he looks like the ones everyone sees on TV or movies.

The bell rings in my ears.

It's like a new crowd, and it cheers for Lucifer even louder. Everyone around is excitedly waiting for his moves like a hawk is about to hunt his prey. The both fighters in the ring step closer to one another moving carefully, but Lucifer doesn't throw a punch, he only avoids anything coming his way from his opponent with ease. My head can't understand what he's doing, at this point on the prior fights my eyes caught more than ten punches thrown. Trying to place myself on his head, I ask myself why could be the reason of his actions. Why is he not throwing any punches and only walking backwards while the other guy keeps trying to go at it like a maniac?

Lucifer swings down, left, right, back, every way to avoid getting punched.

Is he waiting for his opponent to make a mistake?

The moment the other guy stumbles back after throwing an avoided punch, my eyes catch a small smirk on the side of Lucifer's lips.

He is.

He's patiently waiting for his opponent to make a wrong move, and then, make his to give him a good punch. Or at least, that's what I can think of with the little clues I was able to catch.

Fail attempt after fail attempt from his opponent to hit him, he's getting impatient. Lucifer's tactic is working. His opponent moves his fists with speed towards Lucifer but he dodges it with ease. The other guy loses his balance from the inability of hitting him and doesn't seem like he's ready to get it back— that's Lucifer's opportunity, his opponent's face is now uncovered.

Throwing his first punch on the fight, Lucifer moves his right glove towards the guy's face. The crowd screams even more louder, liking that their favourite is now ready. Like a movie, the whole thing goes slow motion for my eyes as they follow the saliva and the blood now flying from the guy's face once the punch is done.

I'm glad the people are loud by my side, otherwise I would've hated to hear Lucifer's punch.

"Ouch." Ada says slightly closing her eyes, feeling the pain like she's the one who had received it.

And I know how she feels, because with the precision that he did it, it looks like the entire room felt the punch. Screams follows when the guys gets up from the floor, meaning that the fantastic show of Lucifer Donovan, who's looking down at him, isn't over.

My eyes are now glued to his flexed muscles, his arms look even more strong while his fists still cover his neck and chin closely. His tattoos move with him, making me even more intrigued on the ones that I can't understand what they are. His skin is shining from the sweat, but for some reason I'm not disgusted by it, instead, when the idea of drying him with a towel appears on my mind, touching his skin and feeling every single angle of his body my heart drops to my stomach.

I seriously need to fix these thoughts.

The other guy manages to get a couple of hits on Lucifer, but after each one, he comes stronger than the one before. His punches and movements look professional, coordinated and thought, every single one of them. It's like a dance. Neither of the guys that I saw tonight fought like him. Yes, they were good, as far as I know, but not like him.

I'm slowly starting to see what the crowd's sees on Lucifer Donovan.

"I can't believe he is a fighter." Ada says gaining my eyes on her.

"Do you know him?" Ryker asks, but she shakes her head.

"Lilith does." She replies and I immediately lock my eyes with Ryker to brush Ada's words away.

I shrug my shoulders. "I talked to him maybe like twice."

Ada raises an eyebrow when I look at her. "Talked?"

"What happened?" Ryker is intrigued, I can tell.

Ada.

"Nothing." I reply quickly, but Ada rolls her eyes and turns to Ryker.

ADA.

"She chased him because he finished the milk on the dining hall of our college."

It would be a great thing if best friends could read each other's minds, honestly.

Ryker laughs while I just let out a long sigh. "What?"

"It needed it for my cereal!" I add, defensively.

"You seriously chased him?" I nod. "Remind me to never mess with your milk or your cereal, please." Well, at least one good thing came out of that.

"Will do."

The crowd goes crazier than before, chanting Lucifer and his fight. Turning to the ring, I soon realize that the fight is now over. Lucifer's opponent is laying on the floor while his coach is trying to get him up.

While heavily breathing, Lucifer prepares for the referee to lift his hand into the air announcing his victory. His eyes are looking down to the floor as if he's listening to the men and women screaming his name. He isn't celebrating like the fighters before him, he's enjoying it in silence.

And that makes me even more intrigued on the man that is Lucifer Donovan.

The second that he looks up, his body turns towards the referee while his eyes keep wondering around the room. Deep down, I want him turning my way, realizing that I'm there and acknowledging my presence in the room. Look at me with those mesmerising green eyes and soft smirk. But he doesn't.

Hating that a part of me wanted that, I cross my arms around my chest and let out a long sigh waiting for the fight to be over. I'm tired of the noise and the people around me, somehow it all turns annoying. When, out of the blue, Lucifer's eyes turn away around to face the referee. The man grabbing his hand to lift it up in the air my attention is interested in him once again. His green eyes follow the crowd around the ring, he's enjoying it. I know it. Who wouldn't? At least fifty people are screaming his name, chanting for him, excited for his win like he's some type of famous champion. They truly love him.

I let out a long sigh again, why is it taking so long? I want to turn to Ada and ask her if we have to wait to see this, but before I can, my eyes lock with his. Chills run on the back of my neck and my heart speeds for a moment. Lucifer's green eyes are glued to mine as the referee starts talking into the microphone, but my ears choose to not hear a word he's saying. The way Lucifer is staring at me, slow grin growing in his lips, takes the entire noise around me away.

He's surprised to see me there, I can see it in his eyes. I don't know what to do with myself as his eyes aren't leaving mine, and the hold they have on me don't help me either. The referee finally lifts Lucifer's hand into the air while screaming his name and a huge smirk appears on his face. He's proud of himself and he wants me to see it. It's clear he's enjoying the fact that my eyes can't let go of his and they're seeing him win.

A tall man grabbing his shoulders and moving him away from the ring makes him break eye contact with me, leaving me wanting for more. As soon as it's over, I find myself hating every second of it, everything that he just did to me, my heart and my skin under the influence of his eyes, my head asking what is it about him that has me like this.

But at the same time, a part of me can't help it, it wishes it happens again.

"Thank you for coming, girls." Ryker says and Ada nods giving him a sweet smile.

"What do you know about him?" I ask out of the blue, turning to face Ryker. I can't think of anything that comes out of my mouth, my brain already decided to know more and they came out before I could decide to let them out.

Ryker is surprised at my question, but still, turns to me and shrugs his shoulders: "Not much. He started fighting for the group before I came along. He's one of the oldest, according to my friend. We haven't talked much but I know that he's a senior... his past is kind of a mystery to me. To everyone, to be honest. I only saw him talk to a couple of guys from the group and the coach. That's all I know, sorry." I nod with a smile, thanking him.

When I turn back to the ring I notice more people waving money. There's nothing more for us to do there, so, pointing with my head towards the door to Ada and Ryker, they both agree to leave this place. The three of us make our way out of the room, following the same dark hallway until we walk out the door and feeling the cold air hitting my skin once the poor light from the street is illuminating my face.

I look around without even thinking about it. I know that I secretly want to find him, I'm still surprised at the fact that he belongs to something like that. He does look like the kind of guy that's mysterious and intimidating, I got that impression of him the night I met him, but the next day at class he looked like a completely different guy. Smart mouth and confident, but in different ways. A thousand of more questions appear in my head when Ada gently grabs my arm and pulls me aside, my focus is now on her.

"Can I ask you something?" She says to me softly, giving me puppy eyes. I slightly tilt my head to the side to find Ryker waiting for Ada behind her, with his eyes glued to the floor.

Oh. I can smell what's coming.

"You want to dorm room all to yourself, huh?" I ask with an eyebrow raised before she can.

"I know," she shakes her head slowly "I'm asking too much. You already came with me tonight, it's alright." She tries to turn around, but I quickly stop her.

"Girl! Are you serious? Of course I'm gonna leave you the dorm all to yourself. After all, you did help me a lot the last years." She lets out a tiny laugh as we both remember. "C'mon! Go get it! I'll order a taxi and stay with my phone, you just text me when you're done."

"Are you sure?" Ada asks, but I know she's trying so hard to not let out the biggest smile ever. She really likes this guy. "I feel bad leaving you here alone."

I shake my head. "I'll be fine, go with him. I'm a grown girl, I can take it. Or maybe I can get one of those strong guys to take me home, they look friendly, right?" I say facing one of them, with his cigarette and his long brown beard. I quickly tilt my head to the side disgusted when one of them winks at me.

Ada lets out a big smile. "Thank you thank you thank you!" She hugs me when I go back at her. Ryker is now staring at us with a little smile on his face.

"You!" I point at him gaining Ada'a eyes on me once she lets me go, afraid of what I'm about to say. Ryker stays put, patiently waiting for my words. He's a boxer but is afraid of me pointing at him? Huh— I can get used to that. "You better take care of her, do you hear me?"

"I will!" He replies lifting his hands into the air. "I know what you do if someone takes your milk, so I don't want to know what you'll do if someone does something bigger than that."

"No, you don't." I say firmly. The moment Ada pushes my arm I open my mouth offended, looking at her. "Hey! I'm only making sure he knows."

"We're going!" Ada says giving me a last look. She walks towards Ryker to wrap her arm around his. "Please, text me when you get to campus."

"I will! But I don't think you'll see it because you're going to be too busy!"

"Do it anyway!"

"Alright! But use protection! We don't want any babies around!" I yell, gaining a couple of eyes on me from the people that left the building. I bite my lower lip trying to prevent the laugh that was fighting to come out once Ada faces me with embarrassment in her eyes.

"Lilith!" She shakes her head lecturing me on my comment, but then turns around as I finally laugh loudly, seeing how my friend leaves with Ryker ready to have a fun night.

And just like that, I'm alone in the middle of the night. 

I look around and let out sigh— what now? I definitely have some time to kill but the people around me don't seem to be willing to welcome me into their group, so I take my phone out from my back pocket with the intention to order a taxi when I read the words: 'No service, try again later' on then screen. 

"Fuck." I let out softly blocking my phone and looking around seeing how multiple groups are hanging out and just smoking. At least I don't feel unsafe. That's something. I walk closer to the road and open my phone once again, but no luck.

Great.

Turning my head to the side to see if there are any cars coming, I take a step into the road and wait for a taxi to come. Nothing more than a couple of normal cars are passing through, still, deep down I still have hope.

Maybe saving to get a car isn't such a bad idea, Lilith.

"And then you complain that people almost run you over. Do you realize where you're standing, right?" His deep voice hits my ears behind me.

I let out a long breath before turning around to face those green eyes. Lucifer has a little smirk on his face while his left hand is holding a cigarette. His hair is a little bit wet from the shower, I suppose, he took after the fight. He's wearing some black boots and jeans, but my eyes go directly to his tight gray shirt, letting me see his muscles and his tattoos, losing myself in them.

"Maybe if you take a picture it's going to last longer." Lucifer says after letting out a chuckle.

Ugh, asshole.

I roll my eyes walking away from the road and towards him to grab my phone and see if I have any reception, but still, no luck. "It won't work. The signal sucks here."

"I see that." I say softly walking back to the building behind me. I leave my phone on my back pocket and rest my back on the wall, waiting for a taxi to pass through. Noticing that the road is still empty, my eyes go to his back, his hand moves to his mouth to take the cigarette and give it a good smoke in. The poor light of the street doesn't make anyone look good, but he does. It makes him look so mysterious; like those guy I see in movies, specially the romantic ones Ada makes me watch all the time.

Immediately when he turns around I take my eyes away from him. There's no part of me that wishes he knew I was staring. Hearing his steps turning around and walking towards me, I don't turn my head to face him. He's by my side now, resting his back like me on the wall. He takes a breath out from the cigarette, and even if I have my eyes to the other side, I can see the smoke coming my way when I take a breath in.

"I never expected to see you here, Lilith." Lucifer says by my side, making my heart slowly melt at the sound of his deep and raspy voice entering my ears.

I hated that. 

I turn to see his eyes on me. "I didn't know you were a boxer." I reply quickly gaining a little chuckle from his lips.

"Why did you came?"

"My friend is seeing Ryker, I think he belongs to your group."

"Yes," he slowly nods "nice guy."

"He better be."

He lets out a side smile. "Did they left together?"

I nod. "Ada wanted the room all to herself, and saving myself from hearing any unwanted noises I stayed behind."

He nods while letting out a little laugh. "Good choice, been there before and it's not the best experience if I'm quite honest."

"Yeah— I didn't think so."

Silence surrounds us after that.

What's he thinking? His eyes don't leave mine and he doesn't take a smoke in from his cigarette. I slowly remember our little fight that happened this morning, and for some reason, I don't want to scream at him and it strangely confuses me.

Why not? 

I was angry this morning, annoyed and I even said 'fuck off' to him multiple times. It's like we're two different people and that moment it's just a distant memory.

"You know, I can take you." He says softly, making me lift an eyebrow.

"Where?"

He shrugs his shoulders. "To wherever you want." His words are almost a whisper. I make my lips wet with my tongue which makes his eyes go directly to them.

I like that he does that.

"How about Narnia?" I ask, gaining a little laugh from him.

"I think I can make it work." He says going back to my eyes and taking the cigarette to his lips, but stopping right on the edge. "I mean, there's a wardrobe in my room, maybe you want to come and check it out." A smirk appears on his face expecting me to roll my eyes or even act surprised at his comment, but I'm not, at that point, I find myself liking his words as he's flirting with me.

I know what he's playing at.

"To your room?" I ask softly with a grin.

"And I have milk, I know how much you like it." He says but then adds, quickly: "No double meaning intended."

I slight tilt my head to the side, without taking my eyes away from him. "Shame."

For the way our eyes lock with each other, I wonder if we're both thinking the same thing. It's weirdly strange how we both managed to fight this morning, to the point of feeling anger and annoyance at the other, but then as of right now, we both find ourselves wanting to flirt, tease the other and wait impatiently for the other's reaction.

But what confuses me even more is that fact that I enjoy it. Moments earlier if I would've remembered the fight, I would've rolled my eyes and wish nothing but karma on him, but right on this second, I want to see what he would if I touch him, wanting to make him fall for it and see if he would follow my game.

Would he?

Because of the fight from this morning I want to make it worst, annoy him, but this time instead of making him angry like I wanted earlier, I now want to make him fall under my eyes and touch, weaken him on the opposite end of the same spectrum.

"Does it hurt?" I ask pointing with my head as soon as I notice a bandaid on his forehead.

He slowly shakes his head. "I'm used to it."

Without giving myself the time to think what I'm doing, my hand reaches his forehead and fixes the bandaid that's slightly off his skin. The second that I touch his forehead, the hotness of his skin goes to my fingertip, making me want to touch him more and stay fixing his bandaid even it was already fixed the second that I laid my hands on it.

While I have my eyes on his forehead I can feel his on my face, slowly wondering around admiring every single angle of it. From the corner, my eyes notice how he goes down to my neck causing a slight feeling of tightness on my chest. It makes me leave my attention on his forehead and look at his eyes, who go immediately to mine after leaving my neck.

The silence between us doesn't make me feel uncomfortable, like I have to say something to save the moment. I want us to stay that way. Silently enjoying the other staring, wondering what their next move is going to be. But, then, appearing out of thin air a couple of girls walk pass behind us. A grin grows in me when one of them gently grabs Lucifer's shoulder.

"Hey, Lucifer!" The girl says, making him turn around to face her. "Do you wanna come to a party we're throwing?" She points at the girls behind her with her head, which leads to all of them waving at him seductively.

Lucifer doesn't respond immediately, and when I notice his silence, I lift an eyebrow. Why is he hesitating? He turns his head to face me and as soon as a little smirk appears on his face, he shakes his head. "I'm gonna pass today, ladies."

"Really? C'mon. Don't be lame!" The girl complains. Lucifer just shrugs his shoulders without breaking the eye contact with me. His smirk isn't disappearing, making me feel my heart speed up.

"Another day, maybe."

"Luci!"

Luci—? I have to laugh.

He turns around to face her. "Sorry." He says softly leading the girl to look my way. Smiling at her, she quickly rolls her eyes as a response before turning around to join her friends.

"See you, then." She says, after waving with her fingers and winking at him without stoping her walk.

I didn't like like the way she looked at me seconds ago, as if it is my fault her precious Luci isn't going with them. But I don't say a word since it's another one that gets stuck inside my head.

Luci. Luci. I have to laugh at that nickname, the urge is so strong, that the fight seems long before Lucifer faces me.

"What?" He asks with a grin, seeing my need to laugh and stopping it with all my strength.

"Luci?" I ask and the grin completely disappearing from his face is what breaks me, making the loud laugh jump out of my mouth. "I'm so calling you that!"

"Don't." He says firmly. Throwing the cigarette inside the trash can by his side Lucifer goes back to me when my laugh becomes louder.

"You don't like it? That's even better!"

He nods crossing his arms around his chest while resting his shoulder on the wall, ready for his next words with a smirk on his face. "Alright, baby."

"Oh, is that Luci?" I ask pointing at him, ignoring his words completely. I nod.  "Oh yes! That's Luci!"

"Stop it."

"This is amazing." I try calming myself down but fail miserably. "Luci Luci Luci!"

"Oh, shut up." His deep and raspy voice makes me shut my mouth, still, with a smile on my face as I enjoy his clenched jawline and his eyes glued to mine.

Maybe having him on the palm of my hand, like I wanted before, is going to be easier than I had thought.

"Or what?" I ask softly leaning closer to his face. A smirk grows on his lips, making me unintentionally go down to them with my eyes. Devouring them with my own sight. But as soon as I do, he turns his head to the side and looks at the road. It allows me to see his profile and admire every side of him, wanting to touch his soft skin with my fingertips one more time, caressing him gently and needing to see his reaction. But he doesn't let me, since he turns back to my eyes and then slowly wonders down, until they arrive at my lips.

"Let me take you somewhere." He says almost in a whisper.

"Where?" I reply gaining his eyes on mine.

He shrugs his shoulders. "It's a surprise."

"Are you kidnapping me?"

"Maybe." I hesitate while looking at his eyes, but my teeth biting my lower lip betrays me, he knows I want to.

I don't know where he wants to take me or why he wants do it in the first place. The intrigue I have inside is killing me, wanting to know more about Lucifer and his mysterious eyes, soft smirk, but I don't move forward, having one question appearing in my mind forcing me to furrow my eyebrows.

"What's stopping you?" He asks softly.

I lean closer to his face, wanting him to hear my soft voice and feel my warm breath against his skin.

"Today, I wanted to kill you. But for some reason, now, I don't. I'm trying to understand why."

His lips slowly turn into a smirk while his eyes look down to my lips. Leaning closer to my face, the air coming out of our mouths start mixing with each other and it doesn't matter that one more move and our lips would be touching, kissing, my eyes can't leave his. "That's what makes this... even more fun." He replies slowly. Without giving me an opportunity to respond, he takes some steps back with his eyes still glued to mine. "Are you coming or not?"

My heart slowly speeds up, the blood of my veins is racing making my body heat up, my chest wants to know more, like my fingertips and my eyes. My head is exploding with questions, should I follow him? Should I give in and find out more? Or just get a taxi and have a cold night outside my dorm?

It seems that my brain doesn't want to answer that question since before I can think my next move, my feet are already walking towards him, gaining a smirk from his lips and the butterflies to riot inside my stomach.

Alright— I'm gonna let the games begin.

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