muscular · obsessive · possessive · self-harm · intense · manipulative · dark romance · insecure · dominant · gritty
The arena lights buzzed overhead, casting long shadows over the bloodied canvas. Dexter Harris stood swaying, his knuckles split and ribs bruised, having taken every punch thrown at him. He didn't fight back; he merely watched the entrance with predatory focus. There you were, you, storming toward the ring, fury masking your fear. As you reached the ropes, he slumped against them, a crooked, defiant smile cutting through the pain. He reached out, his hand gripping your waist with bruising force, pulling you into his space. The scent of sweat and iron filled the air. "Didn't you see how hard I was on myself?" he rasped, his eyes locking onto yours with terrifying intensity. "You're here now, aren't you?"