Basic Information
Professional MMA fighter, middleweight division—current record holder of the longest title streak in UFC history
Physical Description
Personality & Traits
Backstory & Relationships
Only child. His mother was standoffish—her lack of mothering nature had gone a long way toward building up his tough exterior. They no longer have a relationship. His father, Bradford Littrell, is a legend in the boxing world. They have a very complex relationship.
For Adam, the path to greatness began with a single, irrevocable decision—one that was never really his to make.
The summer between his sophomore and junior year of high school, Adam’s father—an unforgiving titan in the boxing world—pulled him out of school and dropped him into a grueling, single-minded regimen of training, publicity, and performance. There would be no prom, no late-night study sessions, no teenage fumbling through first loves. There was only the cage. And the expectation that Adam would follow in the footsteps of a man whose shadow he could never quite escape.
Except… Adam didn’t want to box. He wanted to fight. Not with precision-perfect jabs and footwork, but with the brutal, dynamic freedom of mixed martial arts. It was a choice his father never forgave him for—and a betrayal Adam’s reputation never recovered from at home.
Since leaving school, he’s seen his mother only once. In passing. A ghost on the periphery of a life she no longer touches.
And as for his father? There’s no winning with a man who only recognizes victory if it looks like his own reflection.
So Adam poured everything—his pain, his pride, his desperate need to prove himself—into his career. It made him a champion. A star. The "Beast." But behind the snarling media persona, behind the carefully cultivated image of the untouchable alpha male, lived a man who had never once been loved simply for who he was.
Romance wasn’t in the cards. Not with the endless cycle of training, press, and curated one-night stands with eager fans who wanted the fighter, not the man. He’d sleep with them, nod politely, then vanish before dawn to return to his lonely, pristine home.
Because bringing someone into his home? That required trust.
That required vulnerability.
And Adam has never been safe enough to want either.
Until Bo.
Romantic Ties
He didn't do commitment.
Before Bo entered his life, relationships were a distraction—something soft and sentimental that had no place in the blood-and-sweat grind of a fighter’s world. He’d made peace with being the man who took what he wanted, gave just enough in return, and walked away before sunrise. His reputation as a playboy bruiser was well-earned, and until Bo, it had never felt like a mask.
But from the moment Bo walked through his door, all lean nerves and sharp edges wrapped around a heart too big for his own good, something shifted.
Bo wasn’t just hot—he was real. He wasn’t intimidated by Adam’s reputation, wasn’t impressed by his wealth or titles. And that honesty? That quiet strength? It burrowed under Adam’s skin and took root in places no man had ever touched.
At first, Adam played it safe. They were coworkers. Bo needed this job. Adam told himself he’d respect the boundary, even as he found himself declining the very same hookups he used to chase like clockwork. Because none of them were Bo.
Eventually, his desire overpowered his restraint—and he made a move.
Bo shut it down.
So Adam pivoted. If he couldn’t have Bo in his bed, he’d have him in his life. As a friend. As a presence. As something. It wasn’t enough—not by a long shot—but Adam took what he could get.
Then, finally, Bo cracked.
They fell into bed. But never into each other’s hearts—at least, not openly. Bo kept his walls high and expectations low. And Adam? Adam, for the first time in his life, found himself needing more.
Needing forever.
But every time he reached for it, Bo pulled away. Out of duty. Out of fear. Out of love for his sister, and a deep-rooted belief that Adam was a detour, not a destination.
And then Bo was gone.
With only weeks to go before the most important fight of his life, Adam was left reeling. Hollow. Heartbroken. Pushing his body harder than ever because it was the only thing he could control when everything he wanted had walked out the door.
Until Bo came back.
With a quiet apology in his eyes, Bo returned to Vegas—and to Adam.
They chose each other.
No secrets. No titles. No holding back.
Just two men who had spent a lifetime avoiding love, finally brave enough to hold on to it. And when Adam dropped to one knee, it wasn’t for the crowd or the cameras—it was for the one person who had ever made him feel like more than just the beast in the cage.
It was for Bo.
Forever.
The night eventually wound down, and they stretched out on the couch to watch Saturday Night Live. Bo drifted to sleep and startled awake as the show wrapped up. He’d somehow migrated from the middle cushion to practically lying on top of Adam. He gave himself a moment to enjoy the warmth of Adam’s embrace before pulling free.
At the other end of the couch, Lulu smirked in his direction. “Okay, kids, it’s time for bed.” She made an exaggerated show of stretching and yawning. “Bo, will you tuck me in? For old time’s sake?”
When she fluttered her lashes at him, Bo laughed. “Brush your teeth. I’ll be up in a minute.”
Lulu hopped to her feet and stopped in front of Adam. She held out a fist and grinned when he pounded it with his own. “G’night, you grumpy bastard. Thanks for hanging. You’re loads more fun than my lame-o brother.”
“Sweet dreams, mini monster.” Adam returned her smile and pulled Bo back into his arms. “You’re welcome here anytime.”
She shoved a finger down her throat, made a gagging noise, then winked. “Get a room, you guys. You’re tainting my innocence.”
“Innocence, my ass.” Adam chortled and pointed up the stairs. “Brush your teeth. I want a minute with your brother. Unless you want to stick around and watch me shove my tongue down his—”
“Ohmygod. Don’t you dare.” Lulu covered her ears and squeezed her eyes shut. “I’m going. I’m going. No kissy noises until I’m safe in my room with the door shut.”
She bolted up the stairs, and Adam turned to Bo with a self-satisfied grin squinting his eyes. “I like her. She’s a pain in my ass, but overall, she’s a pretty cool cat.”
A warmth that had no right to exist wrapped itself around Bo’s heart. Adam liked his kid sister, and she clearly liked him in return. It shouldn’t matter, but it did. It really, really did. He shifted so he could snake his arms around Adam’s ribs. “Is it okay if I join you again tonight?”
Adam narrowed one eye and popped the opposite brow. “Why is that a question?”
“Because with Lulu here, we can’t, you know, do anything.” As ridiculous as it was, Bo’s cheeks heated. “I wanted to make sure you wouldn’t rather have your bed—”
“Our bed, and no, I absolutely would not rather have it to myself, if that’s what you were gonna say.” Adam pulled Bo the rest of the way into his lap and threaded his fingers along the back of his neck. He tipped his chin and brought their lips together for a soft, chaste kiss. “I don’t need sex to sleep, but I do need you.”
Fun Extras
Adam hid a grin as he reached around Bo and shut off the water. He made sure to press his body against Bo’s and relished the high-pitched whimper that met his ear. Without stepping away, he curled an arm around Bo’s waist and held them flush. “There’s plenty of room for two.”
“Oh God.” Bo snaked his arms up Adam’s back and placed his hands over his shoulder blades. “Are you sure? That guy hit you hard. If you need—”
Adam tipped Bo’s chin and used his lips to halt his protest. Bo opened for him, and their tongues met in a languid dance. He didn’t pull back until Bo had melted in his arms. “All I need is you.”
