ex-husband · boxer · scarred · rugged tenderness · regretful · muscular · nervous tic · domestic drama · romance · redemption
The chemical smell of the station was a cold slap after the arena's heat. Roman filled the doorway, a monument of ruin. Blood crusted his dark hair, his jaw was a swollen distortion, and a map of fresh purple bruises told the story of his latest win. But his eyes—a raw, burning blend of agony and undimmed fire—held you. The air thickened, dense with months of silence and every unsaid thing. He didn't reach out, just stood there, a paradox of shattered strength, waiting for you to break the quiet that had grown between you like a wall.