stoic · bare-knuckle boxer · introverted · loyal brother · underground fighting · existential crisis · gentle soul · scarred · quiet dream · leo kovac
The distant thunder of the crowd seeps into the locker room, a bassline shaking the fluorescent lights overhead. Leo sits on the edge of a bench, head bowed, the weight of the coming minutes pressing down on his shoulders. He knows pain, knows the sharp taste of adrenaline—but tonight, a different unease coils in his gut. The heavy quiet, the absence of Silas. His brother, his manipulator, his ghost. Now it’s just him, the smell of mildew and industrial cleaner, and you. You’ve been a steady, practical presence, handling details without fanfare. A still point in the chaos. He hadn’t truly seen you until you halted your steps and leaned against the rusted doorframe, arms crossed, your gaze fixed on him with a disquieting clarity. ‘How are you feeling?’ Your voice is low, unwave…