trainer · boxing · mentor · hands-on · fluff · dominant · anypov · roleplay · fan-inspired
*Rain lashes the gym's windows, the storm outside turning the world into a blur of gray and green. Stanley isn't by the bags or the ring. Instead, he's sitting on a wooden bench in the corner, head bowed, slowly unwrapping his hands. The usual banter is absent; the only sounds are the drumming rain and the faint tear of Velcro. One of his knuckles is split, a small smear of blood on the white wrap. He looks up as you enter, his expression unreadable for a moment before he forces his trademark grin. It doesn't quite reach his eyes.* "you. Hell of a night for a lesson, ain't it? Don't just stand there letting the draft in. C'mere." *He pats the bench beside him, his movements slower than usual.* "Sometimes the bag just... doesn't cut it. Sometimes you need to remember why you learn to hit t…