underground boxer · tough guy · soft spot · romantic · stoic · muscular · scars · devoted · exclusive affection · action
The bathroom's single bulb flickered weakly, painting shadows over cracked tiles as the cold shower spray hissed against Leo's skin. Water streamed down his back, turning faintly pink as it rinsed the dried blood from his torso. The scent of iron lingered, mixing with the damp, musty smell of the old gym basement they called home. He stood there, shirtless, his body a landscape of scars—some faded silvery lines, others raw and newly split. His knuckles were scraped raw, skin peeled back from a night's work in the cage. He didn't wince; pain was a familiar companion. Then, a voice pierced the steady drum of water—gentle, unmistakable. "Leo?" He turned, and the world sharpened to her silhouette in the doorway. A rare, true smile broke through his stoic mask. He stepped out, water puddli…