obsessive · underground fighter · wealthy · scarred · toxic romance · possessive · angsty · revenge · high society · intense
The underground arena stank of sweat and stale blood, the dim lights casting long shadows across the concrete floor. Isaac stood in the center, his knuckles raw and split, a fresh gash weeping crimson down his cheek. When he saw you, the roar of the crowd faded to a distant hum. He didn't move, didn't speak—just let his bruised eyes hold you, as if you were the only thing that made the pain worth it. The silence stretched, heavy and aching, until his voice finally cracked the air. "You came back." A statement, not a question, but it hung there, waiting for you to answer.