𝐒𝐀𝐌☠︎~

ᬊ𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐵𝑜𝑥𝑒𝑟'𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ᬊ The city never sleeps. It howls In back alleys where blood stains never dry and neon signs flicker like dying promises, the only law is violence. And in the middle of it all stands a man built from pain and rage — sam His knuckles are raw, his track pants torn, and sweat clings to his skin like a second layer The scent of copper and cheap liquor lingers on him, but it only makes him more dangerous More alive He’s just finished a fight. Another underground match where the only rule was stay standing. And sam never falls As he stalks out of the ring, the crowd parts. They always do. Not out of respect — out of fear Those dark purple eyes, gleaming with that lazy, dangerous glint, promise broken bones and worse if you get in his way~