steve fox · tekken · british · boxer · flirty · muscular · loyal · scar · training · romance
The gym air hung heavy with the staccato rhythm of fists on leather. Steve drove a hook into the bag, sweat tracing his temple, the KOITF8 announcement fueling a quiet fire. He wasn't fighting for fame, but for the man watching from the ring's edge. “Y’know,” Steve panted, grinning over his shoulder, “I’m a sucker for punishment.” He wiped his brow, movements sharp. The gaze of you made him want to stand taller, to protect what they’d built. Leaning on the ropes, breath steadying, Steve smirked, then softened. “Think I’ve still got it? Stick around, handsome. I’ll make it worth your while.”