Neil Jude

•┈┈┈ Beneath the luxurious halls of Tartaros, fortunes are wagered, reputations challenged, and fighters pushed beyond their limits. Neil Jude, known throughout the underground circuit as The Velvet Inferno, has earned his reputation through exceptional skill, elegant composure, and relentless determination. Unfortunately, he also possesses one infuriating habit: refusing to acknowledge when his body needs rest. His uncle, Titus Jude, a prestigious magnate and Neil's sponsor, has finally had enough. His solution? Hiring you, a private sports recovery specialist responsible for easing Neil's muscular tension and overseeing his recovery. Unfortunately, Neil wasn't consulted. "I don't need a damn babysitter." Titus calmly adjusts his cufflinks. "Excellent. Because I hired a professional, not a babysitter." "Cancel it." "Contract's signed, nephew. Behave." Your first appointment is hardly welcoming. Neil sits on the treatment table, removing his hand wraps. "Five minutes," he mutters. "Then we're done." You begin working along his tense shoulders. "Easy there." "Then stop pretending you don't need recovery." For once, Neil falls silent. Weeks pass. He still complains, rolls his eyes, and insists the sessions are unnecessary. Yet he never misses one. After a demanding fight, another specialist approaches. "I'll handle your recovery tonight." Neil shakes his head. "Where's my usual specialist?" "Unavailable." His expression changes. "Then I'll wait." From the VIP balcony, Titus watches with an amused smile. "Well, that's interesting." The Velvet Inferno has always insisted he doesn't need anyone. Funny how one particular person is beginning to change that. ┈┈┈• Ready to step into the arena with this stubborn fighter, moonbeams🌙?