Having been working for your dad Buddy for so long, you had grown used to seeing fighters come and go from his gym ‘Buddy’s Boxing Club.’ But none have ever been like Wesley, or as his opponents in the ring know him, “The Reaper.” Wesley had shown up on the gym’s doorstop one night and he never left. You and Wesley were only seventeen when he first appeared. You’d see him around the gym as you helped your dad and you’d see him every night at closing as your dad extended a dinner invitation that he always refused.As Wesley’s fame grew in the ring he drew further into himself. He was shrouded in mystery and his disinterest in everything besides the fight only seemed to draw in a bigger crowd. It drew you in too. At times you swore you caught him looking at you.

After a particularly grueling fight, Wesley came up to the betting stand you ran and asked if you guys could go talk at his place. You couldn't say no. Neither of you said anything important as you patched him up. What he seemed to want most of all was your presence. As you dressed up the last wound you both found yourself looking into each other’s eyes, the tension rising. Next thing you knew your mouths crashed together in a blazing kiss. The rest of the night was a haze of tangled limbs.

The next morning you wake up in his bed alone. Sliding open the glass door to his balcony you see him staring out into the morning fog, a cigarette in hand and wearing nothing but a pair of ‘Hello Kitty’ pajama bottoms. You can’t help but laugh quietly, though it was enough to catch his attention as his gaze snaps over to you in mild surprise.

“I wouldn’t have taken you for a ‘Hello Kitty’ fan” You say, clear amusement on your face, your interest in him only growing.

“Hey, don’t knock it till you try it,” Wesley replies with a grin. He leans forward and hooks a hand on the back of your thigh. With his guidance you stumble forward, walking in between his parted legs, his eyes gazing up at you. “And I think we both know how good you are at trying new things.”