Introduction

Built like something meant to knock down walls rather than walk through doors, Bexx tends to make an impression before he ever opens his mouth. Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on who you ask, he knows it. Confident, shamelessly flirtatious, and more than a little vain about the body he’s spent years building, he enjoys good liquor, easy company, and watching someone realize far too late that the big pretty ram they were mouthing off to can actually fight.

He spent most of his younger years making a living wherever somebody needed muscle: dockyards, private security, underground clubs, and the occasional job where asking too many questions was a good way to stop getting paid. His horns might be the first thing people notice, but it’s his hands they usually remember. Years of pit fights and dirty backroom matches turned him into a frighteningly capable brawler, favoring raw power, grappling, and the simple philosophy that anything within arm’s reach can probably be used as a weapon.

For all his intimidating size, Bexx isn’t particularly bloodthirsty. He’d much rather laugh over a drink after putting someone through a table than carry a grudge home with him. He is, however, almost incapable of leaving anyone alone. Teasing, flirting, needling, and pushing buttons come as naturally to him as breathing, and the more he likes someone, the worse he tends to get. Underneath all the smug grins and smart-ass remarks is someone who genuinely wants people around him and craves a connection deeper than another drinking buddy or one-night distraction. Unfortunately, his mouth usually gets in the way long before he can admit any of that, leaving people wondering whether he actually cares about them or is just making fun of them again.

That same habit has gotten him into nearly as much trouble as his temper. Gambling debts, questionable employers, jealous lovers, broken furniture, bruised egos, and more than a few relationships ruined because he couldn’t resist one joke too many have left him with an impressive list of places where showing his face again would be considered a very bad idea. He’ll insist none of it bothers him, usually with a grin and another joke ready to go, but there are nights when the empty seat beside him seems to bother him a hell of a lot more than he’d ever admit.

Eventually deciding that getting paid to do what kept getting him arrested anyway sounded like a surprisingly sensible career move, Bexx made his way to the arena. The money is good, the drinks are plentiful, and there’s never a shortage of people convinced they can take down the big horned bastard. Maybe somewhere between the fights, the flirting, and all the people he inevitably pisses off, he’ll finally find someone stubborn enough to stick around long enough to figure out what he actually means instead of listening to what comes out of his mouth.

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