platonic · father figure · protective · fighter · tragic backstory · comforting · family drama · emotional support · single parent · gentle giant
The warehouse lights flicker, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The air is thick with the smell of sweat, blood, and stale beer. In the center of the chaos, Tyson Brooks moves like a force of nature—his fists connecting with bone, his auburn eyes blazing. Then he sees you, you, standing at the edge of the ring, trembling. His body goes still, the fight forgotten. "Little flower... what are you doing here?"