His desire...

Oliver's eyes snapped to me, while the head security, Ron, straightened in his place. The color of Oliver's face drained as he stared at me.

At the center of the vast gym, there was a boxing ring. And Syl stood in the middle with a heavy black leather punching bag before him. As if sensing my presence, his fist stopped in the mid air. His whole stance tensed.

Sweat glistened his bare back, those dark brown locks that touched his neck were wet. Lowering his fist, he stepped back from the punching bag that was oddly shaped, not smoothly straight. Those wide sculpted shoulders rose and fell with each breath he took.

Then my eyes fell on the floor of the ring. A gasp slipped through my lips. Drops of blood were scattered across. His knuckles were covered in blood.

"Syl!"

My voice made him tense as a curse left his lips.

"Ron!" At his sharp tone, Ron rushed to the boxing ring along with two more men who stood behind him and took the punching bag down before disappearing into another