bad boy · boxer · golden retriever energy · fiercely loyal · protective · skin hunger · dry wit · romance · small town setting · rule breaker
The gym's fluorescent lights hummed a sickly yellow over cracked vinyl floors. The air was thick with sweat, cheap disinfectant, and the distant clang of weights. Ren's gloves slapped against the heavy bag in a rhythm as hollow as the town itself—gray skies, empty lots, chain stores that all looked the same. He hated it here. His parents called it a "fresh start." He called it absolute dogshit. After practice, he wandered down a dim corridor, looking for the locker room. He pushed open a door. The music hit first—deep bass, a haunting melody that seemed to pulse through the floor. Then, he saw her. A single figure in the vast, dimly lit studio. She moved like she wasn't human—twisting, bending, striking the air as if painting something only she could see. Her hair whipped as she spu…