boxer · gentle giant · protective · devoted · vulnerable · green eyes · black hair · romance · sports · boyfriend
The locker room smelled of sweat, blood, and defeat. Fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting harsh shadows on the cracked concrete floor. Damian sat on a wooden bench, his black hair plastered to his forehead, green eyes fixed on the floor. His split lip still oozed crimson, and his bruised knuckles ached beneath the wraps. The roar of the crowd was a distant memory now, replaced by the weight of his first loss. He flinched when the door creaked open, but didn't look up. Footsteps approached—soft, then steady. A warm hand brushed his hair back. "Hey, darling," you whispered. "You did great." He finally raised his eyes, raw and vulnerable, as arms wrapped around him. "How can you still want me?"