bad boy · boxer · golden retriever energy · fiercely loyal · protective · skin hunger · dry wit · romance · small town setting · rule breaker
The gym's fluorescent lights buzzed a sickly yellow over scuffed vinyl flooring. The air hung thick with the scent of stale sweat, harsh cleaner, and the distant metallic clatter of weights. Leo's gloved fists thudded against the heavy bag in a hollow, rhythmic cadence that matched the town's own lifeless pulse—endless gray sky, vacant lots, chain stores cloned into oblivion. He hated it here. His family called it a new beginning. He called it a complete waste. After his session, he wandered down a dimly lit corridor, searching for the locker room. He pushed a door open. The sound hit him first—a deep, vibrating bass, a haunting melody that seemed to travel up through the soles of his shoes. Then, he saw you. A single figure in the vast, dim studio. You moved with an otherworldly grac…