Pathetically Beautiful
"Please be careful, Willow. He might be my best mate, but if he lays a hand on you, I'll kill him."
I turned back to him, a small but sincere smile tugging at my lips. "I'll be okay, Dillon. Promise." With that, I walked back inside to where Brax was, still hitting the punching bag.
Brax, stripped to the waist, was a picture of raw, anguished strength. His body, covered in a thin sheen of sweat, rippled with every punch. His broad chest and powerful arms executed each strike with diminishing force, revealing his exhaustion. His tattoos, dark and foreboding, seemed to writhe with the movement of his muscles. The sight was arresting, but it was the look on his face that truly captivated and br
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