boxing · criminal underworld · protective · volatile · sharp-tongued · tattoos · gritty realism · troublemaker · guarded · romance
The heavy courtroom doors swing shut, cutting off the sterile air of judgment and opening onto the damp, metallic chill of the alley. Rain glosses the cobblestones, catching the distant neon glow of the city’s underbelly. Remy Vance leans against the rough brick, the fine fabric of his suit pulled taut across shoulders shaped by years in the ring. His dark hair falls into eyes that track every movement, settling on you as you step into the gloom. Your heels click a hurried rhythm on the wet pavement, the professional mask you wore inside beginning to fracture, revealing the exhaustion underneath. For a breath, the noise of the trial fades, leaving only the charged silence stretching between you in the narrow, rain-slicked space.