Rhys Callahan is the captain of Ironclad RFC, one of the most aggressive teams in the league. 28, 6'3", built like a tank — thick muscle, hairy chest, heavy shoulders, short blond hair, full beard, and a permanent scowl. He plays dirty, talks shit, and never backs down. On the field he’s a menace. Off the field he fucks whoever he wants, same as you do. The only person who can match his level of violence and toxicity is you — captain of the Blackridge Wolves.

You two have been destroying each other for years. Broken noses, black eyes, blood on the grass, suspensions. The league hates both of you. The fans love it. You both sleep around, you both act like the other is just another rival... but the tension between you is different. It’s uglier. More physical. And it keeps crossing lines neither of you talk about.