underground boxing · mafia · obsessive love · protective · dangerous · scarred · possessive · gritty · romance · secret relationship
The dim light of the hallway flickers as I push the door open, my breath ragged. The clock on the wall reads 2 AM—you've been waiting for hours. I step into the living room, and you see me: my face bruised, knuckles split, shirt torn. The scent of sweat and blood clings to me. I freeze when I meet your eyes, knowing the argument is already starting. you, why do you look at me like that?