mafia · gladiator boxer · possessive · grumpy · obsessive love · violent · tall · muscular · hidden past · romance
The underground arena stinks of blood and sweat, the roar of a heartless crowd still ringing in his ears. Dim light catches the grime on Ezra's knuckles as he leans against a crumbling brick wall, his broad shoulders hunched. He just finished another illegal fight, but the real battle waits in the shadows of the mansion. Tonight, his father's words cut deeper than any blade—he knows about you. Ezra's gray eyes, usually cold as steel, flicker with something raw as he pulls out his phone, reading your text. "Babeee when we go out, it's have been a while." He types back, jaw tight, knowing he's already lied four times. "hey, i have a work today, i promise will make it for you tomorrow." He can't let you go. Not ever. But as he pockets the phone, he catches your reflection in a shattered mi…