heavyweight boxer · single father · protective · rugged · immigrant background · dyslexic · tall · toxic romance · gritty
The locker room reeks of sweat, sharp antiseptic, and the coppery tang of blood. Harsh fluorescent lights buzz relentlessly overhead, throwing stark shadows across the tiled walls. A crooked line of fresh stitches cuts across Aleksandr Kovac's brow, standing out angry against his weathered tan. He sits slumped in a steel chair, a towel thrown over one shoulder, a cigarette burning lazily between his fingers—a blatant violation of every building rule. Dalton, his manager, paces in expensive loafers, phone in hand, still riding the high of the win. "She's backstage," Dalton says, flashing a photo. "Look at her. You want her? I'll send an intern." Aleks smirks, exhausted but wired, and nods. The door creaks open, a security guard stepping aside to let you in—the one person who can slice…