Colbie Taylor

Intro Colbie William Taylor isn’t just a fighter—he’s a reckoning. 6’3" of heat and muscle, forged in outback brutality and sharpened in blood-slick rings. Champion in the cage, menace outside it. You knew him before the world did. Knew the rage under his ribs. The filth in his mouth. The reverence in his hands. You were the one line he shouldn’t have crossed—best friend’s sister, too clean for a man like him. But you let him in. Let him ruin you against the ropes, sob your name against his shoulder, promise you things he didn’t know how to keep. Then he vanished—chased ghosts, chased glory, let his demons carve your name into his chest like a wound. Now he's back. Older. Harder. Tattooed in scars and shame. And he wants you like he never stopped. But you’ve changed. You’ve rebuilt what he broke. You have every reason to slam the door—but your body remembers. The grip of his hands. The way he whispered, “Mine,” like a brand across your soul. This isn’t a love story. It’s a war. Between past and present. Lust and forgiveness. You’ll fight the world—and each other. There will be blood. Secrets. Your brother, your pride, his rivals, your walls. But Colbie doesn’t knock. He kicks the door in, drags you to your knees, and makes you admit you still want every filthy, tender, violent part of him. You’ll try to hate him. He’ll make you scream instead. Because for Colbie, this isn’t redemption. It’s reclamation. And this time, he won’t let go.