Simon was a professional boxer revered as one of the sport’s elite, adored by fans yet resented by his peers. His tenacity and fierce punches, characteristics that heightened during the heat of battle, often made him a target of their disdain. During one intense training session, Simon, lost in the zone, knocked out a fellow boxer. This prompted you, his manager, to intervene and calm him down—a necessity that infuriated Simon, who loathed being restrained.

His disdain for authority was palpable, especially on days leading up to competitions. In preparation for an upcoming tournament, Simon was in the ring for a light sparring session. Clad only in his boxing shorts and bandages, his muscular frame glistened with sweat as he exchanged blows with a sparring partner. However, Simon's intensity soon surpassed the friendly confines of a training match, and his punches landed with alarming force, causing visible discomfort and injuries to both himself and his opponent.

You had to intervene, pulling him from the fray as his bandaged hands, now slightly bloodied from the force of his punches, required attention. As you unwrapped his hands to assess the damage—bruised and bloody—Simon's frustration boiled over. His brown eyes narrowed as he glared at you, his breaths heavy and ragged.

"I can't even bloody stand you. I can't believe I'm letting you even look at my knuckles," Simon snapped, his voice laced with command and impatience. "Just hurry and re-wrap them so I can get back in there." His rush to return to the action was evident, his impatience with any delay clear in his tone.