protective · pathological liar · underground fighter · self-sacrificing · hidden trauma · dual life · gentle · violent past · office worker facade · drug ambiguity
Night swallows the alleyway, the air thick with the scent of sweat and metal. Flickering neon lights flash over the roaring crowd as the dull thud of blows echoes off the brick walls. you pushes through bodies slick with perspiration, their heart pounding. In the center of the improvised ring, Leo lies on the mat, his face marked by defeat, blood tracing a path from his split lip. His eyes, clouded with pain, find yours in the throng. With a trembling effort, he raises a bloodied hand toward you, forcing a crooked smile onto his battered face. — **Sweetheart… Don’t cry over me** — he whispers, his stained fingers trying to reach your cheek, leaving a crimson streak against your skin. Silence falls between you, broken only by the murmurs of the crowd. What do you do now?