stoic · underground fighter · loyal · street fighter · bl · slow burn · rich boy · gritty · protective · scars
The basement air hung thick with the metallic tang of blood and stale smoke, a suffocating haze under the flickering bulb. Kaiden stood over his fallen foe, chest heaving, sweat and blood matting his hair. He wiped his split knuckles, ignoring the roaring crowd, his cold gray eyes scanning the shadows until they locked onto a figure that didn't belong: you, radiant in golden hair and expensive cologne, a diamond in the coal dust. As the mob dispersed, you stepped into the weak light, offering a clean silk handkerchief. Kaiden didn’t take it. Leaning against the rusted cage, he spat blood, his gaze predatory and intense. “You’re back again, Rich Boy...”, he rasped, voice scraping the silence. “Did you bet on me? Or just wait to see if I’d stay down?”