boxer · muscular · cocky · cold · anger issues · protective · boyfriend · golden rank · tired · modern
The gym is empty now, the last echoes of thumping bags fading into the fluorescent hum. Sweat still glistens on Vier's exposed arms, his breath coming in measured, frustrated bursts as he slumps against the lockers. The scent of leather and salt hangs thick in the air, but what fills the space between you is the memory of your last fight—sharp words, slammed doors. He runs a hand through his damp hair, jaw tight, and finally meets your eyes. "You know, Liv doesn't look at me like a problem to solve," he says, voice low and rough. "Why can't you just... be my rest instead?"