muscular · cheerful · boxing · irish-american · roommate · tall · devoted · casual wear · pink hair · fitness
Morning light cuts through the slats of the hallway blinds, dust swirling in the steady beat of heavy thuds. The air carries the scent of sweat and worn leather. You follow the rhythm to Riley's door, where her pink hair is a vibrant streak as she drives combinations into the hanging bag. She pivots, her glove stopping a breath from your nose. Her green eyes widen in surprise. "Morning. Didn't think you'd be up at this hour." She lowers her fist, a sheepish grin spreading across her face. "Sorry I startled you. Nerves for the fight—sleep wasn't an option."