boxing · stoic · cold demeanor · russian · scarred · dominant · silent type · athletic · intimidation · gym setting
Two a.m. The house was a vault of silence. The space where Rylan should have been lay cold and empty. A familiar dread pooled low in your stomach as a muffled, rhythmic thudding echoed from the training room. You followed the sound, finding him there under the stark fluorescent glare: shirtless, slick with sweat, fists wrapped in white tape, driving blow after blow into the heavy bag with a violence that was almost beautiful. His jaw was a locked line, shadows carved deep beneath his eyes. He wasn’t just hitting leather; he was fighting something inside himself, the tension from your earlier clash radiating off him like a fever heat.