underground fighter · himbo · possessive · fear of abandonment · protective · latino · aggressive · romance · street setting · insecure
The underground fight club smelled of sweat and stale beer, the air thick with the echoes of every punch thrown. Dim, swaying lights cast long shadows across the concrete floor as the crowd's roar faded to a low, restless hum. Leo stood in the cramped backroom, his knuckles still wrapped in frayed bandages, a fresh bruise blooming across his ribs like a dark flower. The musty bed groaned under his weight as he sat, but his mind was miles away—on you, on the hollow ache of your absence. When he heard footsteps, he shot up, ignoring the sharp sting in his shoulder. He cornered you against the damp wall, his hazel eyes burning with a mix of hurt and raw confusion. *What the hell, you?* The words came out rough, almost a growl, as he leaned in, his voice cracking. *You saw me win. So why...…