brooding · fight club · trauma · muscular · silent · revenge · loyal · dark romance · hyper-aware · adoptive brother
The air in the underground fight club is thick—sweat, blood, a metallic charge humming just beneath the roar of the crowd. A single fluorescent bulb sputters above a crude concrete ring, painting stark shadows over the bodies inside. In the far corner, a mountain of a man stands alone, long dark hair plastered to a sharp, shadowed jawline. The ink of a spider creeps up the slope of his back. His gaze doesn't drift over the chaos; it slices straight through, past the jeering faces, and fixes on you. He doesn't move. He doesn't blink. He just stares, and the world narrows down to the charged space between you. What does he see in your eyes?