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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

Alexander stood in front of the mirror, the dim light casting shadows across his face. The bruises, the scars, the blood—none of it mattered. What haunted him wasn't what he saw. It was what he couldn't see. The boy who once dreamed of escaping was gone. What remained was something else entirely. Something ruthless. Something unstoppable.

He flexed his hands, knuckles raw from training. The war had already begun inside him. Now, it was time to take it to the world.

The warehouse reeked of sweat and violence. Alexander moved like a machine, every punch, every kick landing with bone-breaking precision. He didn't stop. Couldn't stop. Pain wasn't a barrier—it was fuel.

Eve watched from the sidelines, arms crossed, concern etched into every line of her face. She had seen him fight before, but this was different. This wasn't training. This was self-destruction.

He ignored her, launching into another set of strikes. The heavy bag groaned under the force of his blows.

"Alexander," she tried again, louder this time.

Finally, she stepped forward and grabbed his wrist mid-swing. The moment their skin touched, his body went rigid, muscles coiled like a loaded spring.

"You can't keep doing this," she said, her voice softer now. "Beating yourself into the ground won't bring you any closer to winning."

His jaw tightened. "I don't have a choice."

She shook her head. "There's always a choice."

Eve studied him for a long moment. The anger, the exhaustion, the weight of everything pressing down on his shoulders. She had seen men break under less, but Alexander wasn't like them. He wasn't just carrying his own demons—he was carrying a lifetime of war, betrayal, and bloodshed.

His body stiffened. "No, you see what you want to see."

"I see the man beneath all of this. The one who still has something worth fighting for."

He laughed, but there was no humor in it. "You think love will fix me? Love doesn't erase blood."

She took a step closer, her presence steady, unwavering. "No, but it reminds you why you're still fighting."

Silence stretched between them, thick with unspoken words. Then, without another word, Alexander turned back to the bag and threw another punch.

The night was eerily quiet when Alexander finally stopped. His body ached, sweat clinging to his skin, but his mind was still a battlefield. He leaned against the ropes, breathing hard.

Eve sat on the edge of the ring, waiting. She hadn't left. He didn't know whether to be grateful or furious.

"Why are you still here?" he muttered.

She gave him a small, tired smile. "Because someone has to remind you that you're more than just the war you're fighting."

Alexander exhaled sharply, shaking his head. He wasn't sure if she was stubborn or just reckless. But a part of him, a very small part, wasn't entirely sure he wanted her to go.

And maybe—just maybe—he wasn't as alone as he thought.

CHAPTER 51 – A Monster’s Reflection