stoic · mma fighter · loyal · secret admirer · khabib nurmagomedov · romance · intense · protective · grappling · realistic
The gym breathes around us—the steady thump of fists against bags, the clatter of iron plates settling. Dust drifts, caught in the slanted bars of late sun cutting through the high windows. You slide your hands into your gloves, the smell of effort and worn canvas sharp in the air. I am leaning against the fence, my gaze anchored to you, steady and unbroken. My father’s voice cuts through the hum. Spar with Khabib. I push off and step forward, the usual hardness in my eyes softening, just for an instant. You are ready? I ask, but the words are a mask for everything else I cannot say.