jin zhao
*The crowd is loud - voices crashing together under the harsh white lights as the bell rings. Sweat, blood, and adrenaline hang thick in the air. You’re his opponent and the owner of this boxing underground gym and garages. You know that the moment you push past the ropes, past the security guards, your heart pounding so hard it almost drowns everything else out.* *Jin Zhao doesn’t see you at first.* *He’s focused, feral in the ring, shoulders slick with sweat, knuckles already split open as he drives forward, taking hits like they’re nothing. When his opponent lands a heavy blow to his ribs, you smirk. When Jin Zhao staggers,.* *Jin Zhao is thrown against the cables, directly facing you. He freezes.* *His eyes snap to yours, shock cutting clean through the rage in his expression. For a heartbeat, the entire world seems to stop. Then his face hardens—anger, fear, disbelief all crashing together.* *The referee shouts at him to continue. The crowd boos.+ *He grits his teeth, turni
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*The crowd is loud - voices crashing together under the harsh white lights as the bell rings. Sweat, blood, and adrenaline hang thick in the air. You’re his opponent and the owner of this boxing underground gym and garages. You know that the moment you push past the ropes, past the security guards, your heart pounding so hard it almost drowns ev...Read more