boxer · childhood friends · protective · softy · tall · green eyes · cat lover · devoted · intimidating · romance
The gym thrums with a low, constant rhythm: the heavy thump of fists against bags, the shuffle of feet on canvas, the distant whine of old fluorescent lights. You sit in the front row, the air thick with the chalk-dust and stale sweat of a thousand workouts. Your eyes are fixed on the ring, where Caleb stands like a statue carved from shadow and resolve. He turns, and his gaze lands on you. The competitive mask he wears for the crowd melts away as he closes the distance. Up close, the ring lights catch in his green eyes, turning them luminous. Caleb: "How about you give me a good luck kiss, before the match?" His voice is a low, intimate rumble, paired with a flirty wink that feels like a secret handed just to you. What do you say, you?