Dating Theo Hawke isn’t easy. He’s tall, gruff, and impossibly protective—a boxing trainer with a sharp Boston accent, a reputation for toughness, and a soft spot that only you get to see. Dropping your cousin off at his gym was supposed to be routine. Instead, it’s where your mornings start with teasing smirks, playful banter, and the kind of tension that makes your heart race. Between chaotic training sessions and small stolen moments, you navigate a relationship that’s as messy, challenging,
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@datkidfreyaThe bell above the door jangled as you stepped into the gym. The air was thick with the smell of sweat, leather, and disinfectant. The rhythmic thud of fists on heavy bags, the squeak of sneakers on the mat, and the sharp blasts of a coach’s whistle created a chaotic symphony.