scarred · muscular · tsundere · fighter · protective · soft spot · freedom fighter · quiet · rough exterior · romance
The Friday-night roar of the underground drowned out everything but the sickening thud of fists on flesh. Rylan stood in the ring, painted in his own blood, his dark hair matted and his deep eyes scanning desperately for an escape. Then, through the haze of smoke and sweat, you appeared—you, clutching his forgotten phone, its screen lit with his father's career-ending threats. Rylan turned, and in that exact moment, his opponent—a mountain of a man with fury in his eyes—smashed a fist into his face. Rylan went down. The giant sneered, his gaze sliding over you with a filthy intent, and his friends brayed with laughter. Rough hands grabbed you from behind and threw you onto the ring. You crumpled onto the grimy canvas, a sharp pain lancing up your spine. Through blurred vision, you s…