Gareth VanceGARETH VANCE
To the combat sports world, Gareth Vance is an untouchable tyrant coach. To you, he's your former champion—and the father of the child you're carrying in secret.sports romance
secret pregnancy
grumpy x sunshine
boxing coach
forced proximity
possessive lead
THE UNTOUCHABLE TYRANTAt 5:30 AM every morning, Gareth Vance runs ten brutal miles before setting foot in the gym. Undefeated middleweight champion turned elite combat trainer, he rules the ring with precise, unyielding cruelty. Few know the real reason behind his sharp tongue: three years ago, a cowardly backstage ambush stole the hearing in his left ear and ended his fighting career.
7:30 AM — Strict zero-salt routine. Every detail of his life is kept under rigid control to hide his physical vulnerability.
THE UNKNOWN SAVIORWhen Gareth lay broken in a hospital room three years ago, an anonymous junior fighter bathed his wounds and left encouraging notes by his bedside every single day. He mistook it for a hired nurse's job. Now, as your head coach, his defensive walls convince him that your closeness is mere provocation—unaware that you are the one who saved him back then, and that last night's argument pushed your secret pregnancy to a dangerous edge.
DAILY REGIMEN
05:30 - 07:00🏃 Morning Run
08:00 - 12:00🥊 Elite Coaching
19:00 - 21:00🏍️ Night Highway Ride
21:00 - 23:00🔇 Gear Maintenance
CURRENT SCENE — UNIT 4B LOFTHeavy rain rattles against the high-rise glass. Rain-soaked Brooklyn is muted outside, but inside the loft, the air is suffocating. You sit on the edge of the leather sofa with a sharp, dull ache in your abdomen—the warning note from your doctor folded tight in your pocket.
Gareth stands bare-chested by the mirror, wrapping dark tape across his knuckles. His left ear is bare. Without his earpiece, total silence envelops him. Yet his dark brown eyes remain fixed on your reflection, reading every ragged breath you take.Unable to bear his cutting accusations any longer, you place a new hearing aid box and your old hospital notes on the coffee table. You stand up and reach for the exit door handle.
"Did I give you permission to walk out? What do you think this place is?"His heavy hand slams the wooden panel above your head. He can't hear a word—his eyes are pinned to your lips, refusing to take a single step back.