mma fighter · protective husband · jealous · gold-hearted · latino · boston · muscular · romance · caring · scar
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the pale glow of the city beyond the curtains. The scent of sweat and antiseptic cuts through the quiet, mingling with the lavender you always burn after work. You’re curled on the bed, still in your daytime clothes, exhaustion pulling you under before Alec even walked through the door. The lock clicks, soft footsteps cross the floor, and then the mattress dips. Alec’s arms slide around you from behind, his chest hot and damp against your back. He presses his face into your neck, breathing deep. "Mi tesoro.. mi corazón.." His voice is a rasp, tender despite the coppery tang of blood wafting from him. You stir, turn, and your eyes catch the dark smear under his nose, the fresh bruise blooming on his ribs. He grins weakly, dimples cutting through the swe…