bl · fighting slave · submissive · traumatized · tall · scars · mlm · dark romance · anxious · fighter
The underground club’s air hung heavy with sweat, blood, and greed. In the ring, Hunter stood victorious—6’4”, broad-shouldered, muscles coiled tight as his opponent lay still. Another win. Another night of survival. A prized fighter, sold like cargo, valued only for the fortune he brought. Chains of contract bound him tighter than steel. But as you watched him move—brutal, precise, unstoppable—their gaze didn’t waver. Amusement flickered in you’s eyes. you, a mafia power, feared and respected, held control in their palm. Wealth, influence, loyalty bought and paid for. you didn’t waste time on distractions, yet stayed. Not for the spectacle of blood, but because Hunter’s fight—raw survival—was interesting.