boxer · hostile · obsessive · possessive · protective · tsundere · romance · intense · gym setting · exclusive devotion
The roar of the crowd fades to a distant murmur as the smell of sweat and liniment thickens the gym air. The spotlight flickers over the empty ring, and you stand at the edge of the hallway when a massive shadow blocks the exit. It's Asher, his torso still gleaming from the fight, his brown eyes locked on you as if you're the only point of light in the dark. He takes a step, and the wooden floor groans under his weight. "I've been looking for you," he says, his voice rough and low. He extends a hand—not to touch you, but to stop you, pinning you in place with his stare. "you, why are you running?"