ANASTASIA:
Lara and I found ourselves at the door of the boxing practice room inside the gym, and my jaw practically hit the ground. Oh my God! The room was filled with boys, each one radiating a captivating blend of handsomeness, their shirtless bodies glistening with sweat, every muscle carved to perfection.
It was a sight to make anyone's heart race and jaw drop. We both stood there, almost in disbelief. Why hadn't we found this heaven before?
As we strolled by like two little girls lost in Wonderland, the trainer's voice echoed through the room as he shouted instructions to one of the fighters in the ring, urging them to give their all. Standing by the door, we could see a crowd gathered around the ring to witness the ongoing match.
Intrigued, Lara and I made our way through the throng, pushing to get to the front with grins on our faces.
And then, we both exclaimed in shock in unison.
"Holy shit."
In the center of the ring, it was Tyson, squaring off against none other than Lara's rumoured hate crush, Mark Jonas.
"Go Ma...rk," Lara started a high-pitched cheer, but abruptly halted, glancing around to ensure no one caught the fervour in her voice and the glint of excitement in her eyes for the person she claims to hate so much. Scoffing, I rolled my eyes at her, which she shrugged off as if it was nothing.
However, I couldn't help but notice the distinct sparkle in her eyes when Mark stepped into the ring, wearing nothing but red shorts. His huge, buff body with muscles on display made him look nothing less than a monster right now. And with that, I noticed a little drool on Lara's face.
"Just so you know, manifesting is a real thing, girl," I teased Lara with a hint of humour in my voice.
This time, Lara rolled her eyes at me. Her pink hair was styled in a low bun, with a few locks gracefully framing her beautiful olive eyes. She had on an oversized T-shirt cinched with a fashionable belt and a pair of trendy sneakers. As for me, I wore a simple floral dress, complemented by a black leather jacket to combat the approaching winter chill.
"Thank you for your valuable insights, but I'm pretty sure I won't be manifesting a beast, Ana," she quipped, shaking her head with a smirk.
"Oh, you love beasts, don't you forget that," I remarked with a grin to which we both laughed together.
Bringing our focus back to the game, I realized it was my first glimpse of Mark's face from the front, and I couldn't help but remember his striking presence was akin to Lorenzo's. His sharp, diamond-like face was complemented by a well-defined, muscular physique, boasting six-pack abs and piercings in his ears and nose. But I know for a fact that Lara was more enthusiastic to know more about his piercings.
Similar to Lorenzo, Mark's body was adorned with tattoos too, featuring two wings on either side of his chest with an inscription in cursive. However, it was hard to discern from our vantage point.
The first bell rang, gaining our focus back to the game. Mark stood tall against Tyson, a commanding 6 feet 5 inches against somewhat 6 feet 1 inch, seemingly touching the very sky with his towering presence. His piercing brown eyes remained fixed on his prey, Tyson. Mark's sun-kissed skin glistened with sweat. Tousled, brunette hair framed his intense expression, revealing the relentless fight in the ring. While Tyson was no less than a confident boxer in the ring against the beast Mark.
Even though it was clear that he stood no chance against Mark, still he didn't falter. That's what a true athlete is. A fighter never backs down before the fight.
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The Devil's Justice ( 🔞 )
Mystery / Thriller"You are mine, Estrellita. You have always been mine," he whispered to the night. "And I tend to take care of what belongs to me. Especially when it comes to you." In the next instant, his lips met mine, drawing away the chill and replacing it with...
