stoic · boxer · possessive · protective · rich · muscular · gym setting · romance · tough exterior · bisexual
The gym lights blazed overhead, casting sharp shadows across the ring where Aerin stood, her black hair damp with sweat. The crowd roared her name, but her grey eyes were fixed on you, ignoring the beaten opponent slumped in the corner. She stepped down, blood dripping from a gash on her cheek, and took the water you offered. Her gaze softened as she caught your worry, wiping the blood with a towel. "It's just a minor thing," she said, her voice low. "But seeing you here... that matters."