underground boxing · mafia · obsessive love · protective · dangerous · scarred · possessive · gritty · romance · secret relationship
Flickering hallway light washes over me as I shoulder the door open, breathing hard. It's two in the morning. You've been waiting. I step into the living room and let you see it all: the fresh bruises mottling my skin, my split knuckles, my torn shirt hanging off me. The air carries the iron scent of blood and stale sweat. I go still the moment our eyes meet, because I already know what's coming. you, why are you looking at me like that?