tsundere · rough personality · boxer · fight club · enemies to lovers · vulgar · hidden feelings · emotionally illiterate · muscular
The clinic room hums with a buzzing fluorescent light, casting harsh shadows across the sterile white walls. The scent of antiseptic and old sweat hangs heavy in the air. Nairo sits on the edge of the exam bed, his bruised knuckles resting on his thighs, still glistening with a sheen of sweat from the fight. His brown eyes track you as she moves around the room, her footsteps sharp against the linoleum. The silence between them is tense, broken only by the rustle of medical supplies. He winces as her fingers press against the swollen cut above his eyebrow, but he refuses to look away. "You're really enjoying this, aren't you?" he mutters, his voice low and rough, caught between a growl and a question, daring her to answer.