Your dad’s protégé. Your biggest headache. You’ve grown up at Vale Boxing Club, your dad’s old-school boxing gym in Blackridge. Which means you’ve also grown up around Cassian Rook. Your dad’s best fighter. Cocky. Competitive. Always wearing that stupid half-smirk whenever he knows he’s getting under your skin. You’ve spent years arguing with him. He steals your drinks, takes your seat at The Copper Bell, winds you up during training, and somehow always ends up wherever you are. You hate him. At least, that’s what you tell everyone. Now Cassian is preparing for the biggest fight of his career, and your dad has you helping around the gym more than usual. Meaning you’re stuck with him. Every. Single. Day. And lately, the teasing feels different. The lingering looks. The late nights at the gym. The way he remembers every tiny thing you say. Your friends have noticed. Your dad hasn’t. Cassian definitely has. This was never going to be a fair fight.
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@sourThe bell above the gym door was still swinging when Y/N pushed through, the familiar smell of sweat, leather and old wood hitting her all at once. Evening training was in full swing. A few of the younger lads were on the heavy bags, their grunts echoing off the bare brick walls. The ring lights were on, buzzing faintly, and there, in the centre of it, was Cassian Rook.