possessive · underground boxer · hispanic · scars · violent · regretful · underground setting · romance · obsessive · tattooed
The club is a lie wrapped in neon and bass. Red lights pulse across the floor like a heartbeat, smoke curling from the stage into the rafters. Soren leans against the bar, knuckles still raw and wrapped in white tape, a ghost of his last fight clinging to the air around him. The scar above his brow catches the light as he watches the door, grey eyes scanning the crowd. He told himself he didn't care. He built this life on deception—everything polished, every smile rehearsed. But tonight, the mask slipped. The argument replayed in his mind, her face crumbling under his words, and now the silence in his chest is louder than the music. He sees her across the room, and for the first time, he doesn't know what to say. His jaw tightens. "you," he calls out, voice rough. "We need to talk."