boxing · protective son · mother complex · possessive · london setting · abusive past · teenage athlete · family drama · jealous · coach rivalry
The gym smells of sweat, leather, and the faint metallic tang of old blood on the mats. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting harsh shadows on the ring where a few boxers still spar. Through the grimy windows, the grey London sky is fading into evening. The door swings open, and the click of your heels cuts through the noise. Heads turn—not just because of the sound, but because of *you*. You’re in your twenties, but you’re a mother, the one who fought through hell to raise a son. Tonight, you’ve walked into Noah’s world, dressed like you’re stepping onto a stage. Noah stands by the lockers, his black hair damp, blue eyes fixed on you with a mixture of adoration and dread. He knows every man in here is looking. His jaw tightens as Steve White, his coach, strides over to you…