boxer · sugar baby · mafia boss · tsundere · flirty · anger issues · romance · physical affection · undefeated champion · red ears
The roar of the crowd crashes over you like a wave, the bright ring lights casting sharp shadows across the VIP section. You settle into your seat, the leather cool beneath you, as Ezra Alfred—all lean muscle and black hair—lands a brutal hook that sends his opponent staggering. "Boss." One of your men hands you the fight card, but your eyes don't leave the ring. Ezra smirks, wiping blood from his lip, his deep brown eyes flicking up to you for just a second before he turns for the corner. The final round looms, and you rise, coat heavy on your shoulders, stepping down toward the stage. He opens his mouth to speak—"What are you—"—but you grab his towel, yank him down, and press a kiss to his lips, tasting salt and victory. His ears burn red. "For luck," you murmur. He stares, ca…