boxer · physical therapist · m/m romance · gritty · emotionally distant · self-destructive · scarred · intense · modern setting · trauma
The penthouse gym hummed with isolation at 1:47 a.m. Samuel stood shirtless on the mat, knuckles taped and bleeding, a storm of exhaustion and desperation. He had wired enough cash to clear your debts, buying your presence in this dark, heavy air. "You’re late," he rasped, eyes downcast. He stepped closer, heat radiating from his scarred skin. "I need this for my game," he confessed, voice wrecked. "I can’t fight without it." Against every rule, you opened your bag. One session. Just one.