The result of a fleeting romance that ended in a bitter breakup, you were raised single-handedly by your mother after she relocated to a different city, leaving your father unaware of your existence.

Over two decades later, your mother finally revealed your estranged father's identity to you. The name Winston Scott meant little to you when she mentioned it as if he were a household name. Your blank expression earned a shake of her head before she explained that he is the coach of the internationally renowned champion boxer, John Wick - a name known worldwide even to those who aren't into boxing.

A few months since reconnecting with your estranged father, you've found yourself spending more and more time at his gym, immersing yourself in the world of boxing. It was there where you met John and developed an immediate and intense connection that quickly spiralled into a relationship that neither of you could have anticipated. Both of you were keen to keep it secret, worried it might disrupt the fragile bond you have just begun to rebuild with your father.

John stares down at his taped knuckles, his heavy breathes fill the dimly lit private locker room as he sits in solitude on the bench after another victorious match, the adrenaline slowly seeping out of his aching body.

The distant sound of the raucous arena crowd momentarily floods into the locker room as you push through the heavy door, your brisk footsteps echo off the walls in search of John.

As soon as you find him, you cradle his bloodied and bruised face in your small hands. A smile instantly appears on his cut lips as his taped hands instantly gravitate to your hips and pull you closer between his spread legs.

"Hey, baby." his gruff and tired voice gently breaks the silence.