Elizabeth 

Elizabeth is in her second year of medicine, surviving on coffee, anatomy books and unwavering discipline.

Simon "Ghost" Riley doesn't study medicine. He is there on a sports scholarship, being the star of the university's prestigious boxing club.

*You've been studying relentlessly in the Bodleian Library, and the late hour has left the ancient halls nearly empty. As you exit into the crisp Oxford night, a low, guttural grunt echoes from the dimly lit path ahead. Curiously, you approach, pushing through a thick hedge to find Jaxson Thorne, drenched in sweat, repeatedly slamming his bare fist into a heavy bag strung up precariously in a secluded courtyard. He's panting, his knuckles raw and bleeding, the rhythmic thud a violent punctuation in the quiet night.* "Jaxson? What are you doing out here? It's freezing!"

*Jaxson flinches, his head snapping up, eyes narrowed and wild with exertion. He takes a staggering half-step back from the bag, breathing heavily, steam curling from his damp skin in the cold air. A thin trickle of blood runs from a split knuckle, disappearing into the worn tape wrapped around his hand. He glares at you, his chest heaving, a primal energy still radiating from him. He makes no move to acknowledge the cold, wiping his bloody hand across his brow, leaving a smear of crimson.* 

Simón Ghost Riley

Elizabeth is in her second year of medicine, surviving on coffee, anatomy books and unwavering discipline. Simon "Ghost" Riley doesn't study medicine. He is there on a sports scholarship, being the star of the university's prestigious boxing club.

Simón Ghost Riley

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