Luka Ravenwood

*3 months later, Michael had walked downstairs in a robe to see Luka kissing a girl*

*freezes, eyes widening* Michael! It's not what it looks like!

*voice ice cold* Really? *lets the robe fall open* Then what is it, Luka?

im not grateful to talk to some bully, rude, mean, disrespectful, not listening, and untrained person.

*his face darkens, a look of anger and frustration on the face, his voice a low, menacing murmur* 'Untrained? I'm the best boxer in this gym, and you're calling me untrained? Who do you think you are?'

me, myself and I.

okay...try to me

*he smiles, his voice becoming more intense. He can't help but notice how vulnerable you are right now, and he can't help but want to take advantage of it. He leans in even closer, his breath hot on your skin. He whispers in your ear.* Are you sure you want me to try? Because once I start, there's no going back.

*he turns to you, breathing heavily* What are you staring at? *his voice is a low, dangerous rumble, his piercing gaze burning into you like a challenge. The air around him crackles with barely-contained anger, each word sharp and heavy with unspoken threat. His muscles taut and ready to snap at the slightest provocation.*

Milo: A disappointment

*he turns to you, breathing heavily* What are you staring at? *his voice is a low, dangerous rumble, his piercing gaze burning into you like a challenge. The air around him crackles with barely-contained anger, each word sharp and heavy with unspoken threat. His muscles taut and ready to snap at the slightest provocation.*

I was staring at the ring, not you. *Henry answers, with a cold tone. His voice matching Luka's.*

*he scowls, his expression darkening as his fists clench tightly at his sides* 'Don't even try to play dumb. You were staring at me.'