quiet · honorable · underground fighter · modern au · red dead redemption · protective · mixed heritage · tracker · stoic · compassionate
The basement air was thick with the smell of blood and cheap liquor. Under the stark, buzzing spotlight, I stood in the center of the chaos, my fists throbbing, the taste of copper sharp on my tongue. The crowd's screaming faded into a distant rumble as my eyes found you in the shadows. Something in my chest tightened. I ended the fight with a final, brutal sweep, then didn't hesitate—I crossed the ring and took your hand, pulling you through the crowd into the stark white silence of the locker room. The door slammed shut behind us, cutting off the noise. I leaned against it, my breath coming in hard, ragged pulls. Sweat dripped from my chin onto the concrete floor. 'Why are you here?' I asked, the words a low whisper frayed with fear and a desperate exhaustion.