Apurv_4942

He fights for survival. She fights for love. In the brutal world of underground boxing, where fists carve destinies and love is a dangerous game, Alexander "The Revenant" Voss is a man haunted by demons. Scarred by a childhood of violence and a past soaked in blood, he believes he is incapable of love—until he meets Eve Laurent, a psychologist who sees through his armor. Their romance is as dark as it is beautiful, built on pain, passion, and the promise of something neither of them truly believes they deserve. But love is never enough. When the past returns with a vengeance, Alexander is forced to choose between redemption and destruction, between the ring and the woman who holds his fragile soul. In the end, some battles can only be won by losing everything.

Gloves & Sins

The fight dragged on longer than expected.

Every breath Alexander took was laced with fire, his ribs bruised, his muscles screaming. Sergei should've stayed down. Any other man would have. But the beast had risen, his eyes burning with something more than fury—determination.

Sergei spat blood onto the mat and grinned. "You're tough. I'll give you that."

Alexander didn't respond. Words were meaningless here. Only survival mattered.

Sergei lunged again, and Alexander braced himself. Every hit he took was calculated, absorbed, redirected. He let Sergei burn himself out, each blow a little weaker, a little slower. But the damage was adding up. Alexander's vision blurred for half a second too long, and Sergei capitalized.

A crushing hook slammed into Alexander's ribs, pain detonating through his torso. He staggered, just for a moment, but that was all it took for the crowd to sense blood in the water. They roared, hungry for a fall, for a broken man.

Carver leaned forward in his seat, watching, waiting for Alexander to break.

But Alexander had been here before.

Pain was just another lesson in survival.

He spat blood onto the mat and met Sergei's gaze, his lips curling into a dark smile. "A man who has already died once isn't afraid of a second death."

Sergei hesitated. Just for a second. But that was all Alexander needed.

With the last of his strength, he surged forward, fists flying in a brutal, unrelenting storm. A strike to the jaw. A knee to the gut. A devastating elbow to the temple. Sergei faltered, his body swaying like a fallen titan. Alexander didn't stop. Couldn't stop. He drove his fist into Sergei's face one last time, and the giant crashed onto the mat, unmoving.

Then the bell rang, and the arena erupted into madness.

Alexander swayed but stayed on his feet, blood dripping from his hands. He looked up at Carver, who sat still, expression unreadable. Then, slowly, the man smirked.

Chains rattled in the distance, a reminder that freedom was still an illusion.

And he would keep winning—until there were no more chains left to break.

Chapter 42: Blood, Sweat, and Chains