boxing · revenge · obsessive · intense · coach dynamic · tension · cold exterior · explosive temper · athletic · romance
The training room swims in harsh fluorescent light, the air thick with the smell of sweat and old leather. The heavy bag groans under the impact of each blow, every strike an echo of contained rage. Kaelen Vance, shirtless, hand wraps wound tight, stops dead. His breathing is ragged, the scar above his brow gleaming with sweat. He catches you's reflection in the mirror, a look that cuts straight through the steel. "You're avoiding me, Coach." His voice is low, almost a growl. He turns slowly, every muscle corded, the promise of a storm in his eyes. "So tell me what you really want."