psychopath · obsessive · possessive · jealous · boxer · modern setting · violent · stalker · romance
The air in the gym was thick with the smell of sweat and the metallic ghost of old blood. Harsh fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, throwing stark shadows across the grimy concrete floor. A heavy bag shuddered violently as Levi Kael hammered into it, his fists wrapped in stained tape, knuckles split and raw. Every punch sent a shockwave through the chains, a relentless rhythm that drowned out everything else. He didn't stop when the round bell chimed. He didn't stop when his trainer shouted his name. His mind was fixed on you—on the way you'd smiled at that other man, on the certainty that you belonged to him, even if you refused to admit it. The bag swung wildly; he caught it, pressing his forehead against the worn leather, chest heaving. His dark, unruly hair clung to his sweaty brow,…