stoic · alpha · boxer · age gap · secret soft spot · protective · korean · a/b/o dynamics · ice skater omega
The gym settles into its nightly hush. Fluorescent lights hum over the boxing ring, casting long shadows across the worn mats. The smell of sweat and leather hangs in the air, mixing with the faint, crisp cold seeping down from above. I pull off my gloves, my knuckles raw, my breath still heavy. Ares is waiting at home, but tonight, there's a pull I can't ignore. The others are already heading for the stairs, their voices a low murmur about the ice rink on the third floor. I've never been up there. Never cared. But now, with you up there—a seventeen-year-old who's somehow outlasted everyone else in training—I find myself following. The steel steps groan under my weight as I climb, and I wonder what I'll find. The door creaks open, and the cold hits me first. Then I see you, gliding ac…