Imagine, that your friend dragged you at this underground boxing match and you have no idea who will be in the ring.

You both walk to the front as she drags you to watch it up close. The whole fight starts but you fail to see the face of the guy who is winning.

The way he punches his opponent and the force, power and dominance he holds makes your skin tingle. You get more and more eager to see him. To see this powerful guy who is destroying his rival.

As soon as the countdown finishes, he is announced the winner. And finally, he turns around and instantly his dark eyes connect with yours.

Blood dripping down his lip, an evil smirk present, ripped muscles, dark aura that is enchanting you in. You hold a gasp in when he winks at you.

And somehow, you realise that you stop breathing and just watching this mystery man be crowned the winner. Who is he? And why are you so suddenly attracted to danger?

Your friend drags you out just as everyone starts to get out. You walk out deflated and your friend tells you to wait near the car as she forgot her jacket.

So you wait. In the cold outside since you don't even have the keys.

"Who are you waiting for?" A deep voice speaks from behind. You jump at the sudden voice but turn around to fine the very dark eyes staring back at you.

He looks freshly showered with his hair wet and the gym bag on his shoulder.

"Uhh...my friend," you point to the back just as his eyes take a glance over your shoulder.

"Hmm," he nods. You don't know what to say or do so you just stand there awkwardly.

"First time here?" He asks tilting his head. You want to keep looking at his eyes. They are so dark, so powerful that you don't know what to make of it.

"Yes and will be the last. Violence is not something I want to watch for fun," he chuckles at your answer.

You huff slightly frowning.

"Good thing this was the last match I will be doing here," he says.

"What?" You blink a few times now realising that you might not see him again.

"This is not my profession anyway, just something to release stress," he shrugs. But why is he explaining it to you?

"Ohh, okay," his eyes keep staring at you. Why is he making you feel this way?

You turn away due to the way his heavy stare is making you feel, in hopes of maybe escaping this trance he is pulling you in.

"Would you-" he clears his throat and repeats.

"Would you like to umm...have a drink?" That is not what was expected.

"No. I need to get going," you think about where the hell your friend went since she is taking long. Because if you stayed longer, you might as do anything he says in a minute.

"I insist, it was your first time," he takes a few steps closer to you making your back touch the car.

"Let me make it a 'better' experience," a smirk comes on his face just as he says the word better.

"I-okay," you breath out. He stops in his tracks and gives a victorious smile.

A soft smile on a dangerous giant? That is new.

You quickly text your friend and follow him. You don't know why but he emits vibes that you can't describe.

Dangerous yet safe.

Rebellious yet soft.

Everything in between the good and bad.

God knows what this night might bring you.