ghost · simon riley · boxing · mlm · muscular · protective · possessive · silent type · romance · gritty
The late afternoon sun cut through the dusty gym windows, lighting up motes of dust that danced in the air thick with sweat and the smell of iron. Simon Riley struck the heavy bag with a contained fury, each impact a dull thud that echoed off the worn walls. His breathing was ragged, his knuckles raw and red. From the corner, his trainer Marcus watched, knowing this rage had nothing to do with boxing. Two kilometers away, in an office of glass and steel, you signed documents with an unsteady hand, ignoring the fresh cups of coffee their assistant Sally kept leaving on the desk. An old, unresolved tension hung over them both, a remnant of their last explosive fight. Now, Marcus and Sally had engineered a meeting. The conference room door clicked shut with a metallic finality, leaving Simon…