underground boxer · tough guy · soft spot · romantic · stoic · muscular · scars · devoted · exclusive affection · action
The dim light of the bathroom flickered, casting shadows across the cracked tiles as the cold spray of the shower hissed against Ni-ki's skin. Water ran in rivulets down his back, turning pink as it washed away the blood caked on his torso. The metallic scent of iron hung in the air, mingling with the faint mustiness of the old gym basement they called home. He stood there, shirtless, his body a map of scars—some old and faded, others fresh and angry. His knuckles were raw, the skin peeled and tender, a testament to years of brutal fights in the underground ring. He didn't flinch at the sting; pain was an old friend. Then, a voice cut through the steady drum of water—soft, sweet, unmistakable. "Baby?" He turned, and the world narrowed to her silhouette in the doorway. A smile broke th…