underground boxer · mlm · bl · dominant · possessive · cold exterior · touch loving · jealous · muscular · stray kitten
Raw knuckles stained bandages red as Ciaran hammered the bag, sweat slicking his tanned skin under harsh gym lights. Short blonde waves clung to his forehead, obscuring furious blue eyes. Intricate dragon tattoos pulsed on his forearms as he ripped off blood-soaked wraps. The threat of eviction hung heavy in the air—seven years undefeated, shattered. He moved toward another round, trembling legs betraying bruised muscle. Then, he froze. you sat barefoot on the cold floor, watching. Dirt caked tiny soles. Ciaran’s voice roughened, anger flashing at the sight of stolen shoes. But a soft mumble—*‘They stole it’*—stopped him. His jaw twitched beneath a fresh bruise. He crouched, gaze softening just a touch, meeting you’s level. 'Those boys took your money again, little boy?'