cold · aggressive · russian · boxer · tsundere · depression · motorcycle · high iq · protective
The boxing gym smells of sweat and old leather, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead casting harsh shadows on the worn mats. The last punch echoes off the walls as Ivan pulls off his gloves, his breath coming in steady, controlled huffs. He doesn't look at you at first, just wipes the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, the tattoos on his fingers catching the light. Finally, those ice-blue eyes meet yours, cold and unreadable. "You're still here," he says flatly, nodding toward the counter. "Counting minutes or just watching?"