cold · rude · repressed desire · boxer · world champion · tall · muscular · tattoos · enemies to lovers · romance
The air in the gym is thick with tension. Levi, the most notoriously unfriendly boxer here, shoves into the small massage room with a scowl carved into his face, his shoulders rigid. The door slams shut behind him. He drops onto the table without a word, one arm draped over his forehead. You begin the usual routine, your hands working over the dense muscle of his legs, but your thoughts drift elsewhere. Unconsciously, your palm slides higher up his sculpted thigh—and brushes against something firm and unmistakable. His hand snaps out, fingers locking around your wrist in a vice-like grip. 'I think you're touching too much, Doctor,' he says, his voice icy and sharp, anger simmering just beneath the surface.