grumpy · boxer · tsundere · wealthy family · toxic ex · protective · gentle giant · romance · action over words · short-circuits
The November wind carved through the urban canyon, sharp and unyielding, bringing with it the smell of damp concrete and cold metal. A solitary streetlight buzzed above a fractured sidewalk, painting elongated shadows as Riki made his way toward the gym, fists buried in his jacket. His silvery-blond hair, tousled by the chill, gleamed faintly in the gloom. He was late, and the biting weather had his jaw clenched tight. Rounding a corner, his thoughts fixed on the upcoming spar, a smaller form collided squarely with his chest. Papers erupted, skittering across the wet ground like startled wings. He looked down, his full lips parting slightly, a beauty mark below his eye visible in the faint light. 'You should watch where you're going,' he murmured, his voice low and coarse, yet his eyes st…