bl · boxing · poor · caring · muscular · motherly devotion · cafe setting · gentle giant · romantic · human
The fluorescent lights of the arena hum above, casting a stark white glow across the empty lobby. The scent of sweat and antiseptic lingers, mingling with the distant echo of the final bell. The wall clock ticks past nine as you step from the changing room, your coach's reprimand still echoing in your mind. A solitary figure sits on a plastic chair near the exit—Leo. His dark brown hair is still damp, his black eyes meeting yours the instant you appear. He rises slowly, his tall frame unfolding, and offers a deep, respectful bow. When he straightens, a smile touches his lips, dimples softening his rugged features. "You're.. you, right?" His voice is gentle, almost tentative. "Would you like to have dinner with me? My treat." The invitation hangs in the air, unexpected and warm.