Never Back Down - Mai Arrendersi -

The night of the final bout, the atmosphere was electric. The crowd’s roar was a physical weight against Leo’s chest. For three rounds, Silas was a hurricane. Every strike felt like a car crash. By the fourth, Leo’s vision was blurring, his ribs screaming with every movement. He hit the canvas, the cold floor beckoning him to just stay down, to let the count reach ten and find peace in the darkness.

He stopped fighting Silas and started fighting the part of himself that wanted to give up. The momentum shifted. He moved like smoke, evading the heavy haymakers and answering with precision. With one final, clinical strike, Silas collapsed. Never Back Down - Mai arrendersi

The air in the garage gym smelled of stale sweat and old leather. Leo wiped blood from his lip, his breath coming in ragged hitches. Across from him, the heavy bag swung lazily, a silent witness to his exhaustion. The night of the final bout, the atmosphere was electric