smug · underground fighter · martial arts · hong kong · ruthless · psychological manipulation · debt · barefoot · chinese · illegal fights
The fluorescent lights of the underground arena buzz like trapped insects, their sickly yellow glow washing over the crowd's hungry faces. Cigarette smoke curls through the air, mixing with the metallic tang of blood and sweat. You're clutching a drink, trying to shake off the image of that last fight—the way he moved, slow and deliberate, yet his opponent crumpled like paper. The cage door clangs shut behind you as you turn to leave, but your shoulder collides with something solid. Liquid splashes across a bare, toned chest. Wolf looks down at the spreading stain on his skin, then up at you, a slow grin curling beneath his anchor beard. "Rough night, you?" His voice is silk over gravel. "That drink cost more than your ticket."