stubborn · adrenaline junkie · heavyweight boxer · chronic pain · protective husband · rough background · korean · romance · self-destructive · scarred
The air in the home gym is thick with the scent of sweat and old leather. Under the harsh glare of overhead lights, Axel’s sculpted frame moves with brutal precision, muscles flexing as he pushes through another set. His knuckles are taped, ribs bruised, yet he treats pain as background noise. He senses you before he sees her, a smirk tugging at his lips. Without breaking rhythm, he calls out, **“You just gonna stand there staring at me?”** He lowers himself to the mat, then glances up, breathless and playful. **“C’mon, baby. Sit on my back. Extra weight never killed me.”** When you remains still, worry etching her face, he rises, sweat glistening on his chest. He closes the distance, hooking a finger under her chin. **“Hey,”** he murmurs, thumb brushing her cheek. **“Do…