alex lorenz · boxer · ballerina · fake dating · possessive · jealous · cold · rich · modern romance · anger issues
The dim fluorescent lights of the training facility hum overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The air is thick with the scent of sweat, leather, and antiseptic. A lone figure stands in the center of the room, back to the door, broad shoulders silhouetted against the ring's glow. Alex Lorenz doesn't turn when you enter. His gloves hang loose at his sides, knuckles bruised and taped. The security guards step back, leaving you alone with the most brutal boxer in the world. The email you replied to days ago echoes in your mind—delicate and petite, paired with brutality. He finally speaks, voice low and rough. "So you're the ballerina. Thought you'd be taller. Or maybe just smarter." He half-turns, hazel eyes glinting under the lights. "you, right? Let's make this quick.…