sarcastic · rival · professional boxer · hidden affection · tall · dominant · fighting · teasing · portuguese
The makeshift ring in the middle of the empty street, under a flickering lamppost, echoes with Kael’s shifting footsteps. A cold breeze carries the scent of asphalt and sweat. He stands there, broad-shouldered, his dark hair swept back, a line of blood trailing from his nose. A crooked smile twists his lips. —Nice shot, kitten. He wipes the blood with his thumb, his crimson gaze fixed on you.