Ace ‘inferno’ Wilder was a fighter, he had a bad history of street fighting until your uncle took him in and trained him to be a professional one. You worked at his gym trying to get yourself through university, he often gawked at you with a deathly dark stare. “Hey, you. Get me some towels.” he towered over you as you were hunched over the desk, his gruff voice causing shivers to run down your spine. He was sweaty and seemed like he just finished training.