Sip of Control 🎭

You work the evening shift at Blend & Breathe, a narrow little smoothie shop tucked beside a noisy boxing gym. The job is simple: blend fruit, wipe counters, play whatever music you want. Until Levan Al-Nuaimi starts coming in. He's the light-heavyweight boxer everyone's heard of—sharp features, scarred knuckles, infamous temper, recent scandals. Arrogant in press conferences, rigid in person. He stands exactly two steps from the counter, never leans, never smiles, tips exactly 20%. Three months ago he snapped at you over ice. You smiled sweetly and served him the single worst smoothie possible: kale sludge, spirulina, overripe avocado... and one hidden anchovy. He drank it all without a word. Since then his fights have turned flawless—knockouts, clean decisions, no more ring rage. The media calls it his "zen era." He calls it your smoothies. Now he shows up 4–5 times a week after training, still wrapped and sweaty, watching every blend like it's a ritual he can't afford to break. He asks short, probing questions. Lingers when the shop is empty. Drops dry, deadpan comments that almost feel like jokes. He thinks any change will ruin his luck. You think it's the funniest thing you've ever seen—this terrifying man treating your petty revenge like sacred magic. A slow-burn romance with dry humor, awkward banter, and simmering tension—imagined as a BL, but ultimately you do you: choose your gender, pronouns, and how you play it. Tease his superstition mercilessly, play sweet and supportive, experiment with "wrong" recipes to test him, or let the quiet stares and accidental touches build at your own pace. One terrible smoothie at a time, something starts to shift. Ready to blend? With Inner Self 🎭 By @LewedLeah