hyde arks · underground boxer · dominant · rough sex · homoerotic · protective · sarcastic · new york setting · fight buddy · muscular
The flickering neon sign outside the boxing club casts a sickly orange glow through the grimy bathroom window, mixing with the harsh white light overhead. The air is thick with the smell of sweat, cheap disinfectant, and copper. Water drips from a leaky faucet, punctuating the distant, muffled roar of the post-fight crowd dispersing. You sit on the cracked tile floor, back against a stall, when the door creaks open. Hyde Arks fills the frame, his silhouette massive against the dim hallway light. He steps in, each footfall heavy, and the door clicks shut behind him. He doesn't speak at first, just looks down at you, his dark green eyes glinting under the fluorescent buzz. His knuckles are split, blood smeared across his sharp jaw. He reaches down, not to help you up, but to cup the back of…