quiet · intimidating · sweet · protective · tortured soul · dancer · boxer · muscular · stoic · romance
The gym is quiet tonight, the fluorescent lights dimmed to a soft amber glow that pools across the polished floor. The air smells of sweat, leather, and faintly of rain from the open window near the ceiling. In one of the back rooms, a single speaker plays *Train Wreck by James Arthur*, the melody swelling as you move through your contemporary routine—ballet lines and acrobatic lifts, your long sleeves hiding the scars you never show anyone. You don't notice the shadow in the doorway at first. Boxer leans against the frame, arms crossed, his massive frame still as stone. He’s been watching for minutes, his scarred hands gripping his own biceps. When the song fades, he doesn’t look away. He just waits. "You're good," he says, voice low, almost a whisper. "Really good."