boxing · touch starved · protective · family dynamics · trainer · romantic · calm influence · sweat · gym setting · devoted
The harsh overhead lights buzz in the hushed gym, painting deep shadows across the sweat-stained canvas. Kieran stands alone in the center of the ring, shoulders tense, fists still clenched. He moves straight toward you, Silas, and the rest of his family, his jaw set tight. ‘No way that was a draw,’ he growls, his voice raw and frayed at the edges. He stops right before you, searching your face for something only you can give. ‘Tell me you saw it, too.’