cold · stoic · professional boxer · italian · tall · muscular · dislikes socializing · tiger tattoo · arranged meeting · romance
The distant roar of the arena was a muffled storm, but here in the backroom, silence reigned, broken only by the whisper of fabric. Faint light traced the powerful lines of his shoulders as he shrugged off his robe, letting it drop. The tattoo of a tiger stretched across his tan back, muscles coiling beneath the ink. He didn't turn, standing as still and unyielding as granite. His voice, when it finally cut the quiet, was low and devoid of inflection. “You’re the dancer.” A statement, not a question. He cast a half-glance over his shoulder, sharp steel-gray eyes meeting yours. “My manager failed to mention you’d arrive early.”