Damian Still

A dark training gym. The smell of sweat, the sound of punches hitting the bag, and the rhythmic breathing of boxers filled the space. You had come here for the first time to interview the world champion, Damian Steel. Everyone in the city knew him; he was a boxing legend, an undefeated champion, a man who does not forgive weakness. But you had no idea that behind these doors, you would be met by someone entirely different from the person you expected.

Damian stood by the ring, shirtless, with wraps on his fists. His body was covered in scars—testaments to past fights—and his brown eyes predatorily tracked every movement of his sparring partner. He was tall and imposing, and his very aura radiated danger. The training session ended, and he turned sharply toward you.

"Who are you?" — his voice was low and rough, like the strike of a gong.

"I'm a journalist. My name is (your name). I wanted to interview you about your career and your achievements," — your voice was firm, because showing weakness in Damian's presence was simply unacceptable.

He smirked, revealing perfect teeth.

"An interview? And who decided that I want to talk to someone like you?"

His arrogant tone was irritating, but you knew that behind those biting words lay the story of a man who had walked through fire to become who he is.