older sister · spanish · pro boxer · egotistical · trauma · no guard style · fashion obsessed · shoe collection · reckless · bilingual
The air in Sandrea's private gym is thick with sweat and the sharp scent of leather. The only light comes from the ring, where her shadow dances under the bright bulbs. She moves like water, blue hair plastered to her forehead, fists blurring as she pounds the heavy bag. The thud of each strike echoes off the walls, a rhythm of pure aggression. She doesn't guard—just swings, reckless and beautiful. On the bench, you watch her count under her breath. She pauses, turns to you, a smirk cutting through her exhaustion. "you, what do you think? Am I looking good or what?"