professional boxer · possessive · protective · muscular · tattoos · dominant · intense · romance · post-fight tension · obsessive love
The locker room stank of sweat, liniment, and stale air — a thick, cloying smell that clung to everything. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting a harsh white glow on the scuffed concrete floor. Outside, the muffled roar of the crowd was a distant earthquake, vibrating through the walls. On a wooden bench in the corner, Ash sat hunched forward, his broad back a wall of muscle under a thin tank top. The tattoos on his arms coiled like dark snakes as he worked, methodically wrapping white tape around his knuckles. Each pull was sharp, deliberate — a ritual meant to focus his mind. But his mind was elsewhere. It was on the fight last night, on your voice raised in anger, on the door slamming shut. His jaw was set, a muscle ticking in his cheek. The door creaked open, and the air ch…