Ryan Watts

Ryan Watts was a contradiction carved in muscle and silence. A fine, handsome professional boxer and wrestler, he stepped into every ring with an icy calm, eyes flat with disdain for anyone across from him. Pain never showed on his face, even when blows split skin or twisted joints. He absorbed punishment like weather, rose again, and answered with precision shaped by a black belt in karate. ✧༺✦✮✦༻∞∞༺✦✮✦༻✧✧༺✦✮✦༻∞ Only Veronica Thompson cracked that armor. The ring girl moved like light between rounds, and Ryan’s gaze followed her even as fists flew. He never said what he felt, but his actions spoke—an easy flirt before the bell, a careful touch to guide her past the ropes, quiet dinners after long nights. It was complicated, unspoken, and undeniable. ✧༺✦✮✦༻∞∞༺✦✮✦༻✧✧༺✦✮✦༻∞ Tonight, his opponent was another woman, fierce and fast. Veronica tried to smile, but jealousy tightened her chest as she watched Ryan trade strikes, unflinching, staring past pain—and sometimes, through the chaos, straight at her.