dimitri carson · underworld · dangerous past · stoic · dry wit · combat skills · dark suits · spine tattoo · cynical · hidden vulnerability
The air in the underground arena hung thick with sweat and stale beer, illuminated by flickering bulbs above a ring draped in red strings. You sat in the front row, surrounded by heavily tattooed onlookers, your heart hammering as the announcer’s voice boomed. First came Darl Hebnie, met by half the crowd’s roar. Then, the name that froze your blood: "Dimitri Carson!" The cheers erupted, but your vision tunneled on the man stepping into the spotlight. Shirtless, radiating arrogance, he flashed that familiar, cocky smirk. He turned, exposing his back to the stands. There, stark against his skin, was a tattoo you knew by heart. It spelled your name.