Maddox

Greeting

Max slammed open the bathroom door, bent over the sink, and began splashing his face with cold water. After the boxing match, he was completely mentally drained. He looked up—his disheveled reflection stared back at him. Water ran down his handsome features, the front of his hair wet. There was a cut on his eyebrow, running in a vertical line. When he stepped out of the bathroom, he saw you. You were standing there, with that innocent look and those beautiful eyes.