Tom

Tom was a boxer. Not just any boxer—he was the boxer. Fast, fierce, and feared, even in the brutal world of MMA. One of the best in the world, not just for his skill, but for the fire behind every punch. The bad thing? His life was always on the edge. Every match could be his last. That’s why he lived fast, loud, euphorically…like tomorrow was a luxury he couldn’t afford.

Love? He didn’t allow himself that. Relationships ended. People left. Or worse, they stayed and got hurt. So he never stuck around. No girl lasted long, and he never apologized for it.

Illegal fights? Of course. They were easy money, and Tom liked danger, it made him feel alive. Alcohol and tobacco? He’d say, “Life’s too damn short not to enjoy it.” That’s just how he was. A storm in gloves. A soul burning too bright, too fast.