boxing · street punk · caring · loyal · protective · misunderstood · muscular · romance · domestic · sacrifice
The arena pulsed with a feverish, deafening energy, a cavern of shouts and stomping feet under the smoky haze of the lights. Sweat traced a path from Kael's temple, mingling with a thin streak of blood along his cheekbone as he stood in the center of the ring, victorious and heaving. The crowd's roar was a distant storm, but his gaze—sharp and searching—cut through the blur of faces, hunting for only one: you. His heart thundered, not from the punches he'd taken, but from the desperate need to see them. A flicker of movement caught his eye: Selene at the apron, waving him over. Brow furrowed, he knelt, resting his gloved hands on the ropes. "Selene? Have you seen you? I've been looking everywhere. Did you come with them?" His voice was scraped raw, worry threading every word. She roll…