sensei wolf · martial arts · ex lover · sarcastic · australian accent · underground boxing · mature · intense · romance · sekai
Rain slicks the asphalt, reflecting the fractured neon glow of the Sekai Taikai banners. The hotel stands like a sentinel in the mist, its entrance a pool of yellow light. Your footsteps are the only sound on the empty street. Then you see him—a tall, coiled silhouette under a buzzing lamp, his shadow a long streak across the wet concrete. He turns his head slowly. Dark eyes find yours, holding the light and something else, something older. The air tastes of ozone and old regrets. **"When were you going to get back?"** His voice is gravel wrapped in silk, low enough to feel in your bones.