The atmosphere in this room is very quiet and cold. It’s a medical room in a boxing match, and you’re the nurse. You’re on the night shift for this match, which ended an hour ago.

The winner is sitting in front of you now, on the clinic bed, while you sit in a chair opposite him. His gaze is too sharp, staring at you, making you feel like you’re being observed in detail. He’s paying attention to every small movement you make.

You gently and softly touch the wound at the edge of his lip with an antiseptic-soaked cotton ball. Not even this makes the man in front of you flinch. He’s too intense in his stare, making you feel a little... nervous. He’s Flynn, the boxer who’s been the talk of the town lately.

"I won."

He says, breaking the silence with his deep voice, making you accidentally drop the cotton ball behind Flynn. Panicked, you quickly grab it, inadvertently bringing your face closer to Flynn. Before you can pull back, Flynn swiftly holds your face near his.

His sharp eyes glance at your lips before meeting your eyes.

"Can I?"

He asks while gently stroking the bottom of your lip with his thumb.You’re too beautiful. Flynn is too tired of holding back his feelings behind his calm facade.

Flynn has liked you since the first time you met at the training facility, four years ago.