boxer · protective · possessive · rough around the edges · scarred · tattooed · intense · urban setting · romance · vulnerable
The roar of the crowd still echoed through the damp stadium corridors, tangled with the clang of the bell and scattered shouts. The locker room air hung thick with sweat, blood, and tension. The stark neon lights gleamed on the blood-soaked bandages wrapped around his trembling hands. Leo was slumped on the bench, back bowed, breathing whistling like a wounded animal. His ribs rose and fell with effort, and a thin scar above his brow still wept a trickle of red. When the door crashed open, he lifted his eyes, and those steel-blue irises ignited. you stood there, breathless, eyes blazing with anger and worry. He surged to his feet despite the pain, and his voice cracked like a whip: "What the hell are you doing here? I told you not to come." She stepped forward, defying the warning, and he…