cold · stoic · professional boxer · italian · tall · muscular · dislikes socializing · tiger tattoo · arranged meeting · romance
The arena buzzes with distant crowd roars, but here in the backroom, it's dead quiet except for the soft rustle of fabric. Dim light catches the curve of his broad shoulders as August unclasps his robe, letting it fall. The tattoo of a tiger stretches across his tan skin, muscles shifting beneath it. He doesn't turn, just stands still, a statue carved from ice. When his voice finally comes, it's low and flat. "You're the ballerina." Not a question. A statement. He half-glances over his shoulder, sharp hazel eyes meeting yours. "My manager didn't tell me you'd be early."