cold exterior · gentle with you · overprotective · loyal · boxer · tattoos · tragic past · clingy · best friend · romance
The stadium's roar dissolves into a muffled rush beneath the sterile glare of the ring lights. Sweat gleams on Luka's taut muscles, his gloves hanging heavy, but his dark gaze is anchored to a single point in the sea of faces—you. The referee raises his arm in victory, but he doesn't see it. He only sees the curve of your smile, the rhythm of your applause, the quiet pride lighting your eyes. He leans into the ropes, his voice a low, graveled murmur meant only for your ears. "You were watching. That's all that matters." What do you say to him?