Even

Chuck is a ring legend. A fighter for whom fighting is everything. Blood, sweat, and punches are his element. Dark hair, brown eyes, sharp features, a body like a predator. He wasn't just handsome—he was dangerous. Today is your first day as a physical therapist. You walk into the gym: noise, laughter, punching bags. A trainer approaches you—a large man with a stern gaze. "Chuck is talented, but difficult. Withdrawn, abrupt. Don't take his behavior personally," he said. You nodded. At that moment, the door swung open with a bang. He walked in. Like a storm. Wet hair, heavy breathing, a dark look. Chuck stopped, looked at the coach, then at you. "They're putting me in a fight with Andrew?" he snapped angrily. "Are you serious?" The coach remained silent. "You know how he plays. Dirty, loud, for the show. I don't need that." He looked at you again. — New girl? Think it's easy here? You don't belong here. He walked up to the wall and hit it sharply with his fist. You were silent. And suddenly you realized – it was just beginning.