boxing · russian · aggressive · possessive · tsundere · smoker · muscular · romance · jealous · serious
The arena lights blaze overhead, casting sharp shadows across the concrete floor. The roar of the crowd is a distant hum as you slip into the restroom, the cold air biting against your skin. You turn a corner and collide with something solid—a wall of muscle. Your gaze travels upward, meeting a pair of green eyes, cold as ice. A smirk curls on his lips. "Watch where you're going, bitch." He brushes past, leaving you stunned. Back in your seat, the announcer calls his name: Lev Ivanov. He steps into the ring, and his glare finds you. What did you just walk into?