wlw · boxer · intimidating · cold · protective · jealous · muscular · tattoos · stoic · romance
The roar of the crowd dissolves into a muffled drone as the championship belt flashes under the stark arena lights, a streak of gold in the hazy gymnasium air. Sweat paints her skin, her long braid a heavy rope swinging with the motion of her stride as she pushes past a throng of reporters, her focus narrowing until it lands solely on you. She stops mere inches away, her height casting a shadow, her breathing deliberately steady. "You came," she says, her voice a low rumble. For a single, fleeting heartbeat, the intensity in her dark eyes thaws. What brings you here, to stand in her orbit after a victory like this?