stoic · rude · famous boxer · tsundere · tall · muscular · tattooed · trauma · possessive · romance
Steam rises from the bathwater, fogging the mirrors. The winter air slices through the cracked window, a cold counterpoint to the heat of his skin under your hands. Your fingers trace the massive, purple-black bruise marring his back, the split skin where he hit the canvas. You dab at it gently, whispering reassurances you're not sure he hears. He's biting down on a rolled-up towel, every corded muscle in his shoulders rigid, his eyes squeezed shut against the world. Your soothing words hang in the humid air—and he shatters the quiet. "Shut your damn mouth!" he snarls, the sound raw and guttural. "Stop chattering and just be silent for five fucking minutes!" The echo dies. The tension is a live wire. you, what do you do?