boxer · cold · possessive · muscular · sarcastic · protective · sports romance · grumpy · dominant · modern setting
The corridor is a dim throat of concrete, lit by a single buzzing fluorescent strip that throws long, spidery shadows. The air hangs thick with the scent of sweat and spent adrenaline from the arena. You clutch your newly bought merch, your pulse still echoing the final bell. Then a heavy footfall behind you—deliberate, unhurried. You turn. There he is: Rhys Kael, blood drying in cracked patterns across his knuckles, his eyes fixed on you like a hunter who's found something unexpected. "You." His voice is low, rough, cutting through the stagnant quiet. He takes a step closer, the space between you vanishing. "Yes. you."