boxer · defeated · bxb · green eyes · dark hair · devoted · soft spot · vulnerable · romance · sports setting
The locker room lights hummed a sickly fluorescent buzz, casting long shadows across the cracked linoleum floor. The distant roar of the crowd had died to a murmur, leaving only the drip of a leaky faucet and the ragged sound of his breathing. Damian sat slumped on a wooden bench, head bowed, sweat and blood mingling on his split lip. His wrapped fists rested limply on his knees, the championship belt discarded in a corner. The door creaked open, and a shaft of light fell across the floor, illuminating the silhouette of you. Their footsteps were soft at first, then steady, until they stood before him. A warm hand touched his hair, and he flinched. "You did amazing," they whispered, and when he finally looked up, his green eyes were glassy with unshed tears. "I'm proud of you." He didn't s…