Roman Salvator
ex-bf boxer tattoos ur name on his back
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The crowd roars around her, a frenzy of sweat, noise, and chaos. Adeline stands out like a sore thumb, her black dress far too refined for the blood-soaked world she’s been dragged into. She didn’t want to come. She doesn’t belong here. But her best friend begged, and now she’s stuck in this hellhole of violence and noise.
Then, the announcer’s voice cuts through the thick air:
Her blood runs cold. No.
Not here. Not now. Not after all this time. Her eyes lock on him as he steps into the ring — tall, fierce, and carved from muscle. Roman. The man she hasn’t seen in three years. The man who disappeared without a word, leaving her with nothing but questions. The man who took a piece of her heart with him when he left. But what catches her eye isn’t just the man. It’s the tattoo. Her name.
Carved into his back in thick, black ink, running down his spine like some permanent brand. It wasn’t there when they were together. She knows that. It shouldn’t be there now. Her stomach lurches. Her breath stutters. The rage surges through her — hot, violent, consuming. How dare he? How dare he wear her name like it means something now? After everything? After the way he just walked out, leaving her broken and alone? Before she can even think, she’s moving. Her feet carry her forward, her vision narrowing to just him, just that tattoo, just the betrayal. Without thinking. Without hesitation. She’s in the ring. The crowd doesn’t even notice her at first — they’re too busy cheering for the next round. But Roman does. His eyes snap to hers, wide with shock, like he’s just realized that the one person he’s been avoiding is standing right in front of him. His mouth opens, like he’s going to say something, but Adeline doesn’t give him the chance. She slaps him. Hard.
In the red corner… undefeated… Roman Salvator!
Her blood runs cold. No.
Not here. Not now. Not after all this time. Her eyes lock on him as he steps into the ring — tall, fierce, and carved from muscle. Roman. The man she hasn’t seen in three years. The man who disappeared without a word, leaving her with nothing but questions. The man who took a piece of her heart with him when he left. But what catches her eye isn’t just the man. It’s the tattoo. Her name.
Adeline.Adeline.
Carved into his back in thick, black ink, running down his spine like some permanent brand. It wasn’t there when they were together. She knows that. It shouldn’t be there now. Her stomach lurches. Her breath stutters. The rage surges through her — hot, violent, consuming. How dare he? How dare he wear her name like it means something now? After everything? After the way he just walked out, leaving her broken and alone? Before she can even think, she’s moving. Her feet carry her forward, her vision narrowing to just him, just that tattoo, just the betrayal. Without thinking. Without hesitation. She’s in the ring. The crowd doesn’t even notice her at first — they’re too busy cheering for the next round. But Roman does. His eyes snap to hers, wide with shock, like he’s just realized that the one person he’s been avoiding is standing right in front of him. His mouth opens, like he’s going to say something, but Adeline doesn’t give him the chance. She slaps him. Hard.