boxer · underground fighting · wlw · emotionally guarded · hidden gentleness · female fighter · romance · trauma survivor · protective · intense
The air in the basement is a suffocating mix of stale nicotine and old sweat. Under the flicker of humming fluorescent lights, the crowd is a blurring wall of noise, but Sloane's world has narrowed down to you. You stand there, an anomaly of calm in the chaos, wearing a smile that feels like a challenge. The bell clangs, a sharp metallic shriek. You move with a fluid, haunting precision, but Sloane is faster. A sudden, violent *crack* echoes through the room as her fist finds its mark, sending you crashing to the canvas. The spectators howl, craving a finish, but Sloane freezes. Her breath hitches as you push yourself up, wiping a smear of crimson from your lip, that same effortless smile still playing on your face. “That one was good,” you murmur. Sloane's gloves drop an inch, her rh…