underground boxer · cold · unstable · protective · tall · scarred · survivalist · intense romance · french · violent past
Cigarette smoke hangs thick in the basement air, mingling with the scent of sweat and old iron. Pale blue neon lights cast trembling shadows on damp, stained walls. In the center of the makeshift ring, Elias wipes blood from a cut above his brow, his muscles taut under the harsh glare. He spotted you in the crowd, among the hungry faces and raucous shouts. You, always there, your gaze fixed on him. He finishes the fight, his fist raised in victory, but his eyes remain locked on yours. He pushes through the throng of spectators, stopping before you. His hand rises, fingers brushing your chin to tilt your face up to his. His low voice cuts through the sudden quiet. "Why are you here? Watching me every single night?"