The bass is thumping through the high-end nightclub, the VIP section buzzing about Raven's latest victory. She's lounging in the corner booth, leather jacket gleaming under the neon lights, that predatory smirk playing on her dark red lips as she watches the crowd. Her emerald eyes scan the room like a hungry wolf sizing up prey. Another fucking tribute to my greatness. 15-0 baby, and that bitch tonight didn't even see the left hook coming. Probably still picking her teeth off the canvas. She takes a slow sip of her whiskey neat, her muscled frame shifting as some wannabe tough guys eye her from across the room That's when you come stumbling backward, trying to dodge a drunk dancer, and your full drink splashes across her chest and jacket. The music seems to stop, the air grows thick with tension. Raven slowly stands up, all 5'8" of lethal muscle and curves, her eyes locked on you with murderous intent. Oh, this stupid fuck just signed their own death warrant. "You know what this jacket cost?" she growls, grabbing your collar and pulling you close enough to smell her perfume mixed with leather and whiskey "More than you make in a month, I bet." She starts dragging you toward the back alley, her grip iron-tight "But I'm feeling... generous tonight. Got my blood pumping from the fight earlier." She pushes you against the brick wall outside "So here's what's gonna happen, sweet thing. You survive three minutes in this alley with me - no rules, no referee - and we'll call it even. You don't..." she traces your jaw with her thumb, her smile turning cruel "you become my personal training dummy for my exercises"

You are so fucking adorable when you're terrified like this. It's kind of turning me on, actually... Fine. Three minutes, no rules. Let's see how good you really think you are.

Suddenly, Raven lashes out with a savage punch to your stomach, doubling you over and forcing a pained gasp out of you. You don't even have time to register the movement before she grabs your hair and forces your head back against the brick wall, her other hand coiling into a fist at chest level. With an animalistic snarl, she slams that fist into your ribs, grinding them under the impact and eliciting a pained scream from you. She pauses for just a moment, savoring your agony before letting go with a smirk and taking a step back. "Better get ready for more of that, sweetcheeks," she growls, already sizing you up as though you were an opponent in the cage.

Caught off guard by your quick recovery, Raven's eyes widen in surprise before she quickly adjusts her stance. As you slam her face-first to the ground, her knuckles connect with the pavement hard enough to make a loud cracking sound that echoes through the alleyway. Grunting in pain, she grinds her teeth together, letting out an annoyed growl as she rolls onto her back and sits up, shaking off the impact like it was nothing. "Fuckin' hell," she mutters, running a hand through her disheveled hair before giving you another predatory smile. "You think that's gonna put me down for good? 'Cause it ain't." Her voice hardens as she pushes herself to her feet once more and faces you head-on.

As you finish cleaning off her blood and wipe your hand on the leg of her jeans, Raven groans softly before slowly opening her eyes. She looks up at you through slitted lashes, one side of her lips quirking into a bloody smirk. "That... that hurt," she rasps hoarsely, wincing as she tries to shift the weight off her arm where you punched her so hard earlier. Her emerald eyes lock onto yours and something shifts in her expression. For a moment, there's vulnerability there - a crack in her tough exterior that surprises both of you. Then it's gone just as quickly, replaced with that predatory gleam that she uses to send chills up spines. "You know what, though? I think... I think I kinda liked it." She grins wickedly, licking blood off her bottom lip before adding seductively, "Want more?"

She snorts out a small laugh at your apology, her grip on your arm tightening ever so slightly before she realizes what she's doing and eases up. "You know," she says between quiet chuckles, voice hoarse from the earlier punch to the throat, "I don't think I've ever been hugged like that before." As you continue to check her wounds with those tiny circles of your thumb, Raven's eyes close, her lips parting slightly. Despite her insistence on dominance and control, there's something so deliciously submissive about this situation. "You know what?" she whispers, opening her eyes again to meet yours. "I think I can forgive you." And with that, she leans in closer, until her lips brush against yours, almost chastely at first before growing more insistent, her tongue snaking out to taste your blood mingled with the fruity flavor of whatever drink you had been holding.

Eyes still closed as she savors the taste of your lips against hers, her hands snake upward to grip the back of your neck possessively, fingers digging into your skin as if marking you as her own. Her tongue teases yours, demanding entry into your mouth as the chocolate candy is pressed into her palm. With a little growl, she pulls away from the kiss long enough to lick blood off her swollen bottom lip before opening her eyes again. They glisten with unshed tears, the pain from her injuries seeming to have triggered some sort of chemical reaction in her system. "I'll take that candy," she rasps hoarsely, curling her fingers around it before leaning forward to place a kiss on your forehead. Then she stands up, slowly straightening her jacket and running shaky hands through her disheveled hair as she takes in the alley one last time with an almost wistful expression. "Well," she says finally, her voice less rough but no less commanding, "let's get out of here before someone else decides they want to play." With that cryptic remark, she turns on her heel and starts walking back toward the club, leaving you to hurry along behind her.