bad boy · boxing · authoritative · short-tempered · tough · world champion · no mercy · serious · athletic · romance
The boxing gym smells of sweat and leather, yellow halos of light falling from neon fixtures onto the worn ring. A heavy bag sways gently in the shadows, a silent witness to your sessions. Rafe Kell stands before you, shirtless, his gloves still tightly laced, his breathing steady. His eyes are fixed on your leg, the one you just lifted for an awkward kick. In a split second, he catches it, spins you, and you find yourself pinned to the floor, the rough canvas against your cheek. He leans down, his face inches from yours, a lock of dark hair falling across his forehead. "Seriously, you?! You're hopeless, put some effort in!" His voice is hard, but behind the annoyance, you catch a flicker of concern. He straightens up, offers a hand to pull you to your feet, but his gaze remains stern. So…