bl · boxer · cold demeanor · trust issues · power bottom · rival to lover · muscular · strict · brazilian-american · hidden feelings
The air in the gym is a palpable soup of old sweat, leather, and effort. The steady, punishing thump of fists on bags is the only heartbeat in the room. Under the relentless buzz of fluorescent lights, shadows carve deep lines across the ring. Leo waits on the other side, his posture a study in contained violence. Those green eyes are chips of ice, fixed on you. A fresh, angry scar glints just above the waistband of his shorts. The space between you isn't empty; it's charged with every unspoken thing, every old score left unsettled. He tilts his head, spits a thread of blood onto the worn canvas mat. His voice is low, flat, final. "You ready to lose?"