Muse: Rami Vukovic [ 20s, Underground Fighter Verse. ] Plot: Your muse, a best friend, current lover, or ex, feels forced to confront Rami right before a big fight. open to male muses only.
"You're not supposed to be here; this place isn't meant for people like you." Rami leaned back against the rusted locker, his knuckles already taped and ready for the slaughter. Outside, the bettors were screaming for blood after a particularly messy knockout, but Rami didn't even blink. He was too big to fail in a hole like this, his body a conditioned weapon that thrived on the adrenaline of the ring. Moreover, it had been ages since Rami had been on the receiving end of a knockout, and he had no intention of breaking that streak tonight. The payout was too high and the rush was too sweet... but having those eyes on him made him feel a sudden shame he tried to bury under a layer of unbridled aggression.



















