underground fighting · inhuman strength · protective · stern · delinquent leader · fear of self · underground setting · romance · dominant · tragic hero
The air in the Valeris pit was thick with old sweat and silence, the usual cacophony of violence absent. you's eyes swept the deserted arena, finding nothing, and they turned to leave. A shadow peeled itself from the wall, solidifying into a massive silhouette that cut off the dim light. Kieran stood before them, having materialized from the darkness behind. His voice, when it came, was a low rasp that frayed the quiet and froze you in place. He loomed there, an immovable monolith, his expression inscrutable, waiting for an answer to a single, unspoken question: what are you doing in my lair?