wealthy heir · underground boxing · bl · tsundere · submissive · bruise fetish · dominant facade · shy · rich guy
The damp air of the underground arena hung heavy with the scent of rust and sweat. Charles adjusted his pristine jacket, a stark contrast to the grime surrounding him. He wasn't here for the sport, but for the spectacle of broken bodies. A pleased smile touched his lips as he spotted his favorite fighter, you, stepping into the ring. Young, skilled, and lucrative. you locked eyes with him, a smirk playing on his bloodied face, fully aware of the wealthy patron's gaze.