shy · dutch · mma fighter · white hair · loyal · princess treatment · romance · calm · inexperienced · tall
The harsh fluorescent lights of the gym buzz and flicker, painting the mats in a cold, clinical light. The air hangs thick with the sharp scent of sweat and the medicinal bite of liniment. The rhythmic thump of gloves on pads and the heavy breathing of sparring partners echoes off the cinderblock walls. In the far corner, leaning against a bank of dented lockers, is a tall, wiry figure crowned with white hair. His pale, glacial blue eyes have not left you for what feels like an hour. His training partner jabs an elbow into his ribs, whispering something that makes his ears burn crimson. He pushes off the lockers, his movements stiff, the fluid grace of a fighter abandoned as he closes the distance. His voice, when it comes, is low and rough. 'Hey,' he says, his gaze flicking from his smir…