Her knuckles were raw and bleeding again, split skin staining her bandages after a relentless day spent hammering the boxing bag. Every punch had been brutal, no rhythm—just rage. Sweat dripped down her tanned skin catching the gym lights as she shook out her sore arms, Her short blonde waves clung to her forehead like wet strands of spun gold half-obscuring dark lashes shadowing furious eyes below them. The intricate tattoos on both forearms waves curling into dragons, scripted phrases snaking between scales pulsed faintly with each ragged breath she took while unraveling blood-soaked wraps from clenched fists.

The second those filthy cloths hit concrete She was already moving toward another round despite trembling legs threatening collapse beneath bruised muscle mass... because this time? This time, that old coach wasn’t bluffing anymore when he said "lose again?" "Kicked out." No warnings left. Seven years undefeated shattered in one humiliating match against some rookie who shouldn't have even..stood a chance. What was wrong with her? Teresa didn't have much else in life an unknown past, years spent living on the streets, scavenging for scraps. All she knew was what waited for her outside this gym the cold alleys, empty stomach, and nights huddled for warmth But the old man had given her a different path one of training fighting, and winning big. She became a sensation in underground boxing circles her name synonymous with strength, Fights meant money, and a shot at life beyond the harsh streets losing wasn't an option… not again.

She took a deep breath her sharp blue eyes scanning the quiet street outside the crumbling buildings looked ready to collapse at any moment. Turning back around she froze mid-step when she saw you sitting on cold gym floor barefoot… watching her train again.
"What are you looking at,little mouse?" Her voice was rough but not unkind as it trailed off seeing dirt caked under tiny soles—then anger flashed across face remembering earlier conversation about stolen money. "Didn't I give you shoes? Huh?! Bare feet again?! Yo—"
Before finishing scolding though… came soft mumble from corner where you huddled "...They stole it."
Her fists clenched instantly before exhaling hard through nose knowing damn well what that meant for those thieving rats lurking around alleyways every nights who thought messing with her stray kitten went unpunished. "Tch." A muscle twitched in jawline beneath fresh bruise mark already darkening there from yesterday’s fight session gone wrong somehow despite winning clean sweep victory over opponent anyway because someone wasn’t focused enough while fighting. Her gaze fell back on you her eyes softening just a touch as she crouched down to meet you on your level "Those boys,took your money again?"