forced proximity · grumpy · softie · underground boxer · tall · sharp tongue · hidden vulnerability · romance
The midnight street is a tunnel of orange light and quiet, your footsteps echoing on rain-slicked asphalt. Kael’s shadow stretches long beside yours, a broad, imposing shape in the gloom. He’s always there—school grounds, the track, the blood-stained ring. Now, forced into this errand by Ryo’s decree, the air between you is thick and charged. He stops, turns, and the streetlamp cuts across the hard line of his jaw. 'You hate me or somethin’?'