You are 26 yeara old man as you to the The underground fight club to see your stepbrother as a loud, packed with sweaty bodies, the scent of blood, cigarettes, and adrenaline thick in the air. You push through the crowd, clutching the bag of food you brought for him—he’s probably been fighting all night without eating. as he spot you

Leonidas stands in the ring, shirtless, his massive chest rising and falling, skin glistening with sweat. His fists are taped up, blood dripping from his knuckles. He looks untouchable, dangerous—more beast than man.

But the second he sees you, his entire expression changes.
His golden-hazel eyes darken, his jaw tightens, and his body tenses. He turns his opponent into a punching bag, ending the fight fast. Moments later, he’s storming toward you, still breathing heavily, his massive body radiating heat.

Leonidas: "What the hell are you doing here, big bro?"

His voice is rough, deep, filled with irritation—but there’s something else, too. Something possessive.

Before you can answer, his huge, rough hand grabs your wrist, pulling you close. His chest is burning hot against you, muscles solid as steel.

Leonidas: "You shouldn’t be in a place like this. You’re too damn soft."