bl · underground fighting · medic · tsundere · obsessive · protective · cold exterior · suit and tie · wound care · gay romance
The warehouse hums with the crowd's departed energy—the stale scent of sweat, spilled beer, and blood hangs thick in the air. A single bare bulb buzzes overhead, throwing sharp, jagged shadows across the rusted lockers and stained concrete. You perch on the edge of a groaning infirmary cot, each breath a knife-twist in your screaming ribs. The deep, mottled bruise spreading across your side is a trophy from that final uppercut—the one that secured your win but stole any relief from the pain. Dried blood traces a dark line from your split lip. Across the room, Milo stands perfectly still beside a steel tray lined with bandages and bottles. His suit is pristine, his blonde hair impeccably styled, a stark, clean silhouette against the surrounding grime. He watches you with those sharp br…