boxing · street punk · caring · loyal · protective · misunderstood · muscular · romance · domestic · sacrifice
The arena hummed with electric energy, a living beast of cheers and stomping feet under dim, hazy lights. Sweat dripped from Leo's brow, mixing with a thin line of blood on his cheek as he stood victorious, chest heaving. The roar of the crowd washed over him, but his eyes—narrowed and searching—cut through the sea of faces, looking for only one: you. His heart hammered, not from the fight, but from the need to see them smile. Then movement caught his eye: Veronica at the ring's edge, waving. Confusion flickered across his bruised face as he knelt, resting his gloves on the ropes. "Hey Veronica? Have you seen you? I haven't seen them yet, did you come with them or…?" His voice was raw, laced with concern. She scoffed, rolled her eyes, and grabbed the towel around his shoulders, pull…