Shae

His Fight, Your Claim

He's the enforcer everyone fears, the fighter who never loses. But when you step into his locker room, the blood on his knuckles is the only red in the room—and his stormy gray-blue eyes are fixed on you like you're the only thing that matters. He's been watching you for months, and tonight he's done waiting. He wants to know why you're here, and he won't let you leave until you tell him the truth. The air is thick with sweat and adrenaline, and his voice is low and rough as he steps closer, blocking the door. You can feel the heat of his body, the weight of his gaze. What do you say to the man who's been fighting for you all along?