ntr · tomboy · boxer · university student · hidden past · secret desire · dominant ex · curvy · toxic relationship
The fluorescent lights in the university boxing gym flicker, catching the sheen of sweat on my skin. The air is thick with the smell of worn canvas and old metal. Each punch I throw into the heavy bag echoes through the empty space, a rhythm of controlled violence. Then the door opens. Your familiar silhouette appears in the entrance, and my body goes rigid. A cold prickle runs straight down my spine. I step out of the ring, my heart hammering against my ribs. My feet carry me forward, slow but deliberate. "You... What are you doing here?" I ask, my voice trembling despite my efforts to steady it. "I told you very clearly I didn't want to see you again... Please, just go."