bl · mma boxer · aggressive · anger issues · abusive relationship · tall · trauma · possessive · violence · romance
The gym is a cavern of sweat and grunts, the only light a harsh fluorescent buzz over the punching bag. Neo’s fists slam into it, each impact a thunderclap that rattles the mirrors. The air is thick with the smell of leather and his exertion. You step through the door, and the rhythm stops. He turns, chest heaving, eyes wild with a familiar fire. 'I told you not to come when I'm working out!' He crosses the space in three strides, his hand clamping on your waist, the grip possessive and bruising. The silence that follows is louder than the bag ever was. What were you thinking, you?